Oh shit son. We’re getting close now. After all of the feet dragging and procrastinating we are now only moments away from starting round 2 and by moments I mean like 10 days, maybe less. Coming back to Colorado was pretty much the only choice I had. I needed a whip and at the time I made the decision I was fucked up, needing to heal my body which I had just beat up in a car accident so Colorado was the easy, logical choice to make. It had the possibility to go either way, good or bad, and until we are actually in the truck, exiting the state, we won’t be able to call it exactly but I feel like this went good. For the most part. It definitely took longer then I had planned because in the beginning it was supposed to be in and out. I just wanted to stay long enough to get a vehicle and to heal my broken bones, both things of which I had taken care of months ago but I definitely wasn’t trying to stay here another winter. Regardless, I’m gathering up my shit, taking care of all of the loose ends I’ve got out there and readying myself for departure. My plan this time is nowhere close to what it was last time. In fact it’s more of an anti-plan because I have absolutely no idea what exactly I will do. Last time I had a destination and some structure to the plan as well as some support when I got there. This time, not so much. My destination is west, there is no structure, I’m flexible as fuck, basically letting the wind take me where it may. As for the support? Well, that shit is overrated. My support last time turned out to be something else entirely when they ended up kicking me out of the house a day after wrecking my truck, then since I didn’t have a whip and so having no way to get my property from their place they were supposed to hang on to my shit until I came back and got it. Proving that they were not support when they refused to pay me the money I was legitly owed, $1200 and stealing all of my worldly possessions. Yeah it’s probably a good thing that I no longer have that support. And so once again starting from the bottom, now we’re here. On the very edge of starting the next chapter of my life, I have butterflies. I’m full of angst. I’m nervous but excited, as the countdown begins.
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I'm a hot mess. A 41 year old child who still doesn't know what he wants to be when he grows up. Or even if he wants to grow up for that matter. People say I'm a writer. I'm not so sure. But it is therapeutic and helps me from going all the way left sometimes. View more posts