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We're at Mark's parents house, his mom is sick upstairs, I don't know what she has, his dad is downstairs throwing a party. It was fucking wierd. There was cocaine, booze, weed, and some people went outside to do meth. I was freaking out. The wierdest part was it was all people Mark's age and it turned out, all Mark's friends. I saw Mark do a line, then one of his ex-girlfriends do a line and I told them I had left something in the van. I took off, got onto the 80 again and slept in a truck stop. It was a little intense for me. His dad kept offering me drugs. Right now I'm in yet another internet cafe in Reno (I had to backtrack a bit) but soon will be off to wherever. I think I'm going to head toward Zion National Park in Utah. It's a good place with good people who don't do drugs or drink (btw I didn't even have a sip last night).
I'm freaking lonely. It's hard to do this believing you have no place to go back to, nobody to return to, nothing waiting for you. I mean, I'm sure my parents still love me and would like to have me back, but I think I need more. I need my soul to heal before I can return to that wretched place.
Well, I'm off again. Running out of time on the internet. I've still got $250 of my original money and (I hope Mark doesn't remember me telling him that I'm on this thing) an extra $100 from that crazy house. So, actually I'm headed out of Reno with more money than I came in with and I didn't even gamble. And I've got a full tank of gas, so I am for sure going to make it to Zion. I wish I had somewhere to go to, someone to talk to, but it's okay. I am on my own for the first time in my life. Really, truly on my own. I only write in this to keep my family knowing I'm safe. I would have done the same thing had I gone to Africa, but instead I'm driving. Maybe I'll go to Florida. My Grandma has a house out there and so does my uncle. So do some of Dani's family. Maybe I can sleep on a couch at each for a night and start a life over there. That sounds like a plan. I don't really want a plan. Oh well, I'm headed that direction. Let's see where I end up.
Really lonely, but trying,
-Zac
I'm freaking lonely. It's hard to do this believing you have no place to go back to, nobody to return to, nothing waiting for you. I mean, I'm sure my parents still love me and would like to have me back, but I think I need more. I need my soul to heal before I can return to that wretched place.
Well, I'm off again. Running out of time on the internet. I've still got $250 of my original money and (I hope Mark doesn't remember me telling him that I'm on this thing) an extra $100 from that crazy house. So, actually I'm headed out of Reno with more money than I came in with and I didn't even gamble. And I've got a full tank of gas, so I am for sure going to make it to Zion. I wish I had somewhere to go to, someone to talk to, but it's okay. I am on my own for the first time in my life. Really, truly on my own. I only write in this to keep my family knowing I'm safe. I would have done the same thing had I gone to Africa, but instead I'm driving. Maybe I'll go to Florida. My Grandma has a house out there and so does my uncle. So do some of Dani's family. Maybe I can sleep on a couch at each for a night and start a life over there. That sounds like a plan. I don't really want a plan. Oh well, I'm headed that direction. Let's see where I end up.
Really lonely, but trying,
-Zac