The most critical mistake was to take someone out of the state of Maine and traverse the U.S. only half expecting to be fucked… right in the ass. No bargain did this trip begin, no deal would make it end. And so is the case with this fucker who approached my tent site and then proceeded to huff cheap Duster from the Mart nearby. (Next time, middle of nowhere camping is a must.) Stealth, urban camping has its flaws…
22 and this guy is already brain damaged. Having spent a day huffing a can and a half can of Dust a year ago myself I can vouch for it’s effects –I felt foggy for three days after consumption. Neuroplasticity is not to be taken for granted, though noted, most can recover from drug induced brain deficiency within months.
Modern travels of a Walmart Hopper… Fayetteville Arkansas was a stop to the outskirts of town. It wasn’t meant to be… James had no plans. With no path home and surplus time we decided to use parks and recreation to commit our own fowl deads. To this day I can only begin to justify what we left behind…
We setup our spots behind Shell for a week. My site sat abandoned a mile away. James I later found out was abandoning working sites deliberately. My camp took a week to build…
I will remind any reader of the risks in an age where complacency trumps adventure, where novel seeking instinct resolves itself through the click of a touchpad. Though James’ philosophy states that you only live once, that fate is predetermined, I gathered it was his intent to press the envelope… sleeping outside was his call.
False pretenses. No Steve… no place lined up.
Me and James agree on Branson, MO just an hour north across the Arkansas border. The road that Jefferson lines carries is long and winding and green in July…
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