Disclaimer

The next post (which I will publish sometime tonight or tomorrow) does not apply to every reader of this blog. Some of you have done amazingly kind things for me; you know who you are. Particularly it does not apply to Brad Perkins, who has gone out of his way to help me make something of Aimless. The post is also very incomplete because I cannot say what I need to say with only 1,000 characters, which is precisely the problem. Some people will think I'm a jerk for saying what I have to say; some will probably call me ungrateful. But those people are selfish and have no idea what I put myself through for their entertainment. --> What I do, no one else does. NO ONE! For me to do what I'm trying to do, I need help/funding/sponsorship, just like every business venture needs some kind of funding. The kind of funding I need is tiny compared to even the smallest business, but after two years,
I've received no funding of any kind. Think about that before you call me ungrateful.

30 miles Part 9

Eventually he left again, this time for good. He was a nice guy; it's just that I'm totally sick of dealing with people who have nothing better to do than try to convince rational people to do a 180 and start basing their lives on fantasy. I mean, just go out and have a fucking beer, or stay home and jerk off or something. Or instead of preaching to people and telling them how to oppress themselves, do something nice for them, like the guys I met in Nashville did for me. Just try to make THIS life count for something, because THIS life actually exists. --> Anyway, after a little more walking in circles, I finally hit 30 miles at 11:32 CDT. --> Stats for the day: 30.02 miles; 65,261 steps; 3,227 kilocalories(?) burned. --> Since getting off the train in Nashville, I've walked 233 miles, not including today. Beginning on April 16 in Nashville, here is my daily mileage: 10.5, 6.5, 7.5, 8.5
, 12, 12, 14, 8.5, 14, 13, 15, 17.5, 19, 12, 15, 30, 1 (rained all day), 16...

30 miles Part 8

I got out of the car at about 10:40 and walked right past the Flying J because I still had another mile and a half left to reach 30 miles. Not too far up the road I turned around and headed back to Flying J, where I walked around the perimeter of the lot, scouting for a spot to set up camp. --> Easily finding a good spot, I walked into the truck stop and bought some cookies. After paying for them, another customer asked me where I was going. I just wanted to take off my gear, take a break, and go eat some of my cookies, but I was stuck talking to him for about ten minutes. Finally he left, so I found a bench outside and sat down, still with another 3/4 of a mile left to walk. From out of nowhere he showed up again, this time with a New Testament to save my rotting soul. (Boy am I getting sick of people trying to push their fucking bullshit fairy tales on me! I really want to start being
as inconsiderate to them as they are to me, but I don't think I can do it.) I accepted his gift...