It's looking like I'm driving down south. Connected with the guy running a campground in Louisiana, and may start out there. That could change if anyone or other organization contacts me. I'd like to go to animal shelters, but not sure how that would work out. I don't know a damn thing! I guess I'll start getting the tactical stuff done on Monday.
The situation at home has deteriorated. There was basically no contact at all yesterday. The past few days have been much the same as a few weeks ago. Getting used to going alone. Seeking clarity. I feel like there's a war being waged in my mind. Almost a fight between young and old. Fighting complacency. Fighting giving up. I've lost focus. My whole purpose -- is to find meaning and purpose. Make my life mean something. So I go out looking. My focus is outward rather than inward. Yes, I'm questioning everything again. This feels the same as on the train home; the ride home from Arizona. I am resistant when it comes to embracing such a change?
Travel stories and the occasional rantings of an evolving cynic who's simply in search of a little human authenticity. Tales include hitching across the Rockies with an eventual cop-killer, a weekend with a terminally-ill billionaire, meeting my siblings for the first time, trips to Mexico, and scores of random people from Mass.-Slab City-Chiapas who are often even more interesting...for better or worse!
