The highlight of most of my days was loitering around various spots around Schenectady with my brother like raccoons people-watching from behind a dumpster gate. We always had some shit to talk about, and being out in the middle of the night in a place like Schenectady assured us we'd be witness to something entertaining at one point or another. ( Read more... )

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I returned to the 518 like a ghost to their crime scene. If I was going to return the car and camper, I would first need to find somewhere to store all of the belongings I had between them. I was dreading every second of trying to figure all of it out, but her father was really understanding about it all. I procrastinated a bit, in part because I ( Read more... )

(I originally wrote this on our last day at the RV camp, but never posted it because of what would happen the next day...)


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DAY FIFTY-THREE
Sunday, March 29thI never slept and started getting things together pretty early before Alyssa’s cellphone alarm woke her up. We loaded a bunch of things into the car and camper across several trips between our room and the parking lot. It was bright and sunny out, pretty warm, and when it came down to it we were both pretty amped ( Read more... )

DAY FORTY-TWO
Wednesday, March 18thWe yanked the Band Aid off and got out of our little forest paradise by 1. We were both so sad to say goodbye, and dreading the remaining options. Ironically, they had sent us out into the public from an area in which we were for all intents and purposes isolated from it. Of course, it didn’t matter if the ( Read more... )

I miss the old life Alyssa and I had in Albany so much. I really had a good thing going, especially after Alyssa joined it, and I worked so fucking hard to build that life for myself. I miss feeling like I had a lot of friends, acquaintances, and support. I miss always being busy and constantly coming up with new plans to fill my Slingshot planner ( Read more... )

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