Oh yeah, I got here

Oh yeah, I got here @ 2 AM. Didn't want to wake anyone, so I put up my tent. Even though I didn't tell them I was coming, they knew it was me.

I'm out on Douglas Lake,

I'm out on Douglas Lake, hanging with my great uncle Allan as he trolls for crappie. No crappie yet, but he's thrown back about 10 drum(s).

I'm in TN, outside my

I'm in TN, outside my aunt & uncle's camper. The reporter sent me a couple messages tonite. I'm thinkin' she may have been real purdy-like.

To everyone: If anyone thinks

To everyone: If anyone thinks lower of you only b/c you do kind things for a mildly naughty speaker, you have NOTHING to be ashamed of. THEY do.

A local Fox TV crew

A local Fox TV crew did a story right next to us today. "My guys" told them about me & got a biz card from a reporter. I sent a short TXT to her.

If you've wondered, the new

If you've wondered, the new tapes haven't wiped out my funds. I'm actually very comfy now, thanks to Michael Miller, Cheri/David Bungart, & Anon.

Jay called about an hour

Jay called about an hour ago. 1st we've spoke in a while. He had some good ideas re: Aimless shirts & stuff. I dug the excited tone of his voice.

I think Ashton wants to

I think Ashton wants to talk, probably when his shift ends @ 4. Looks like I'll end up hanging around here all day b/c it could be a good story.

I'm finding a lot of

I'm finding a lot of "conservatives" are actually VERY liberal. They just THINK they're conservative b/c they watch Fox/O'Reilly, listen to Rush.

I'm back at the 'Roo

I'm back at the 'Roo station. Gonna head toward TN later. Ashton works at Quiznos at 10:30, so maybe I'll get a chance to let him speak his mind.

Way to go, Luke

Hey Luke,

Way to finish strong in Provo to end up near the top. Keep it up. I want to see some more top 10 finishes.

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Aimless
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If you'd like to contact me, call me at 614-738-3867.

My current whereabouts

After talking so much shit about Florida and flooding readers with apparent negativity, I want to do a 180: Where I am now doesn't suck. In fact, this place has been like an emotional pot of gold for me. The problem is, I can't really say where I am right now because my host is worried about other people finding out that they're associating with me (because I write "fuck" sometimes). Anyway, I'm within a couple hours of Charlotte, Columbia, Asheville, and maybe Atlanta, too. So maybe you can figure out that puzzle.

Anyway, this town has been incredible to me, both the last couple days and a month ago. The story takes place here. I want to say more, but I can't do it in such a cryptic way.

Ashton from Quizno's: If you by any chance are reading this, I want your phone number so we can try to coordinate the things we talked about. I got a great deal on 6 tapes today at Best Buy--$3.50 each--and I want to let you guys tell your story to my camera. I want to hear about Jessie Wright, too, if you want to talk about him.

Everyone else: If I didn't write about him before, Pastor Jessie Wright was the manager of the local Kangaroo truck stop when I came through here a month ago. He was really cool to me in a whole bunch of ways when I was trying to get a ride at his store. Additionally, I watched him lead by example as he swept and mopped the floors and did the kind of work most managers would make the "associates" do. Really good guy.

In the time since I was here before, somehow Jessie managed to get fired. That didn't make any sense to me, and the Quizno's workers also thought very highly of Jessie. Sounds like something fishy is going on at Kangaroo, and I believe someone told me Jessie is preparing a racial discrimination lawsuit (he's black).

I hope everything works out for Jessie, and I would like to help him--maybe tell his story or something--if I can.

(Fuck.)

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Aimless
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If you'd like to contact me, call me at 614-738-3867.

Walking vs. riding

In a comment, Jay asked:

What percentage walking/riding do you do to get from town to town? I understand that your goal may be to cover large distances in a short period of time, but maybe just walking through towns, sticking to the local roads, will offer you more rides? Or, have you already tried that? Just curious.

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I want to answer this more thoroughly when I get home for a short break in a couple weeks, but it changes a lot. At the beginning I walked 70 miles before accepting a ride. Lately, though, I've been walking very little because I've been at truck stops, looking for a ride to somewhere specific.

Sometimes it depends on where I am. In Florida my forehead was blistered from the sun's daily pounding, so I tried to remain in shaded areas as much as I could. Additionally, in and near the Everglades there is almost nowhere to walk, for two reasons: 1) There aren't necessarily any roads going anywhere; 2) You could easily end up in the middle of nowhere, with gators all around and no clear safe place to set up camp. (I don't know enough about gators to feel comfortable doing that. I don't think they are very aggressive, but I really don't know.)

I have walked about 280 miles so far. I just checked myself out in a mirror for the first time, after looking at a "Before" pic I took of myself on Day 1 or Day 2, and WOW! The gut is almost gone. The titties, too. It's amazing.

More about this in a couple weeks. (Remind me if I forget. And Jay, this will be the year of the Aimless Comfest. I'll be there the whole time, on the job. It will be "the shit.")

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Aimless
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If you'd like to contact me, call me at 614-738-3867.

Lew Graff

Remember Lew Graff? He's the pastor who gave me a ride across Alligator Alley and bought me fish & chips. As I said before, he's a really good guy (and a native of Michigan). Well, here's the URL to Lew's blog. And here's a post he wrote about our encounter.

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Aimless
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If you'd like to contact me, call me at 614-738-3867.

Stupid cop

Below is an e-mail I received, apparently from a cop in Jacksonville. Which cop? I don't know; my paranoid ass can't keep track of all the cops who have never had the slightest justification to arrest me.

First Name: Deputy
Last Name: Dawg
Email Address:
City: Jax
State: Florida
Daytime Phone:
How Heard: I met your sorry ass.
Comment / Question:
Thank god your liberal ass is out of our state. Do me a favor, take your paranoid conspiracy driven ass to Cali and stay there. You are a two face person. I thought u were for real but your not, just trying to push your agenda. Oh, stay away from Michigan too. BTW OSU sucks!!!!!!!!!

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I can't help it if your state is full of total assholes, dude. If you were not one of them, I probably made it very clear that you were not one of them. So if it bothers you that I think assholes are assholes, go ahead and be an asshole about it.

Yeah, I'm trying to push my agenda of doing nice things for people. Clearly that is too difficult for you. (I never claimed to be Jesus, so I'm allowed to talk shit about assholes.)

And use your real name next time, pussy.

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Aimless
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If you'd like to contact me, call me at 614-738-3867.

Someone's about to get a

Someone's about to get a big Aimless surprise.

I turned down an offer

I turned down an offer for food & an offer for $$ THU. What the hell was I thinking? Now I really need it. (I know, but I earned the Blizzard.)

The bad news is: I

The bad news is: I only have $27 & about 45 minutes of tape left. So if I find a real good deal on a 6-pack, I'll be broke. Gotta find work ASAP.

I'm so not even close

I'm so not even close to FL right now it feels like heaven. But I've been wearing my last pair of socks for 3+ days; I REALLY need to do laundry.

OK, so what happens if I send a message this way? If this gets through, I'll be able to write posts with 1,000 characters instead of just 160 characters. (Please work.)

A picture

Hey, is there a picture here? There should be, I guess, but I don't know where it may be stored.

When I get stuck in

When I get stuck in truckstops like this, I often feel like the Tom Hanks character in The Terminal. Sometimes it sucks, but other times it's OK.

Rev. A. Perez confirmed my

Rev. A. Perez confirmed my suspicion that Sonny's Pizza is history. (4 those of u who know of my 2005 trip to Charleston to work 4 the retards.)

I got a ride &

I got a ride & a SHOWER!!! 1st shower in ___ days. Fill in the blank with correct # of days between showers to win no prize. Thanks Angel Perez.

Despite the fact that I've

Despite the fact that I've bought 3 meals & smokes here, Pilot's manager is trying to run me off. I have video of the asshole doing it, too.

OK, no more bitching for

OK, no more bitching for a while. I should be able to get where I can rest for a few days soon. Then I can start anew & forget FL ever happened.

I think about Earl a

I think about Earl a lot (the guy who took me from Phoenix 2 Memphis, see trailer). I hope he's doing well. Hope our paths will cross again soon.

Y-day's ride brought me to

Y-day's ride brought me to Pilot in Brunswick, GA. Could've had 3 rides south but none north. Found a spot to sleep @ 12. Now I'll try again.

Thank you so much, Quinn

Thank you so much, Quinn Williamson & Dewayne Adams, for getting me out of Florida & for the $$. I really, really appreciate it. You guys rock.

No way, I'm finally out

No way, I'm finally out of FL! Excluding the handful of kind folks I met in Florida, FUCK FLORIDA!!! I'll probably never B back. Buncha assholes.

Exit 360 Day 2. Think

Exit 360 Day 2. Think I can get outta this freakin state today? I doubt it. Looks like it may rain, too, so I may have to strip & take a shower.

The Florida segment of Aimless

The Florida segment of Aimless will be called Mostly Heartless. Aimless is done w/ FL (or will be if I ever manage to get the hell out of here).

Man I get so sick

Man I get so sick of this sometimes. Walk all day, then stand around & wait for ride for hours more. Can't sit because ants'll crawl all over me.

Busch Dr. @ I-95. Seems

Busch Dr. @ I-95. Seems like a good place to get a ride, so I'll probably be here until next month. If so, plenty of stores & restaurants nearby.

I've walked almost 6 miles

I've walked almost 6 miles to I-95 and the ramps are closed. Detour might add another 2 miles. I don't need any more sun in my face right now.

Just had a cool cop

Just had a cool cop encounter. He was annoyed by the call because it's NOT ILLEGAL TO WALK OR TAKE PHOTOGRAPHS IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!!

I believe it was one

I believe it was one year ago today when I came up with the idea for Aimless. I've made progress since then. How will it be in a year from today?

I'll wait here for a

I'll wait here for a ride til 9, but I hope no one stops b/c I'm finally in a peaceful place where I can set up early & get a good night's rest.

Funny how when walking down

Funny how when walking down a single street, 1 person offers a ride, 1 person offers a beer/seat, & another person calls the cops.

Y-day a cop asked me

Y-day a cop asked me how many times I've been arrested. Didn't occur 2 me then, but it was very insulting. Never, a-hole, b/c I'm not a criminal.

I know I'm not supposed

I know I'm not supposed to choose where I go, but Leg 2 will begin w/ jaunt to N. Mich & west from there, staying close to Canadian border.

Jax Beach: Cool place, excluding

Jax Beach: Cool place, excluding a few paranoid freaks. Good spot for vacation. I'm on my way out if I can figure out where 2 go. Pretty burned.

I put trust in beachgoers

I put trust in beachgoers & left my stuff alone on the beach for 2 hours while braving the powerful Atlantic. Strong rip current can be scary.

Jax Beach is nice. Big

Jax Beach is nice. Big beach, lotsa people, plenty of nice-looking chicks prompting the semi. I wonder if any of them are checking me out.

You R NOT free if

You R NOT free if U live in fear of a 160-Lb guy w/ a backpack, America. Sadly, that's clearly the prevailing trend. Maybe I'm out here 2 free U.

Lew recently informed me that

Lew recently informed me that he has a blog at revolutionfl.blogspot.com. I'll link to it as soon as I can. Haven't seen it yet, myself.

Ah yeah. Good nite's sleep

Ah yeah. Good nite's sleep in park 2 miles from J-ville beach. Might hang around beach today, relax. Need a shower & pit-stop, charge batteries.

Mason called me tonite. He

Mason called me tonite. He seems pretty interested in Aimless. Guess I ought to start being a better role model now, watching my language 'n all.

Well, the sign worked. It

Well, the sign worked. It took less than 10 minutes to get a ride to Jacksonville, where I now stand next to a beach. That means no Sarasota.

At Exxon I have made

At Exxon I have made a sign that says, "Please get me out of this stupid, paranoid city. (I am not a terrorist.)" If no response soon, I'll start walking.

Another cop said they're getting

Another cop said they're getting lots of calls about me. Bunch of paranoid freaks. Fuck this place; I'm walking somewhere else. Florida blows.

According to the cop I

According to the cop I just "met": If your thumb is not up, U R NOT hitchhiking. People who call the cops when they see someone taping R STUPID!!

Screw this place (Lake Mary).

Screw this place (Lake Mary). I'm just gonna sit at this gas station until someone offers me a ride. Don't care where they're going; I'm there.

That's funny: A car with

That's funny: A car with a WWJD plate just flew by. If yer really that unsure, pal, I can tell you WJWHD: He would've stopped and offered a ride.

WWJD? THIS is what he

WWJD? THIS is what he would do. Yes, & he would get angry sometimes, too, b/c if he actually existed, he was HUMAN! [Notes from the real world.]

You don't need to behave

You don't need to behave as Jesus would. All you need is a fake "Jesus" license plate. If you have one of those, yer good. No, really. Seriously.

It appears big ants are

It appears big ants are afraid to climb Mt. Ryan, while little ants won't stop climbing Mt. Ryan. I'll continue my study as the trip progresses.

Ended up spending most of

Ended up spending most of nite on asphalt parking lot due to sprinklers. Still feel crappy from those donuts. Think I'm in bad place to get ride.

I ate some Winn Dixie

I ate some Winn Dixie donuts at about 10:00, and now I feel sick. Doesn't help that I'm "sleeping" on a sidewalk, either. No tent tonight.

Julie in SC, if I

Julie in SC, if I didn't thank you when you called: Thank you. I tell a lot of people about the morning I woke up on your lawn. Highlight story.

My waist has shrunk by

My waist has shrunk by about an inch and my belt broke a week ago. Now I have trouble keeping my shorts from falling off. A good problem?

Need more space to recap

Need more space to recap this one, but I got a ride from Penny & Michael to Deltona, where they fed me @ Perkins along w/ Penny's son Mason. Wow!

Man I hope my pal

Man I hope my pal Mike in Sarasota will let me hang 4 a few days. I need a break so bad, & a shower & laundry facilities & rest. I'm so beat now.

The 2 quickest rides (by

The 2 quickest rides (by far) I've ever received were both from natives/residents of South Carolina. Between the 2, I waited MAYBE 3 minutes.

My face has been burned

My face has been burned for 5 weeks now; blisters on my forehead. When will it end? Need a break. Calf muscles are showing some definition. RAWK!

OK, maybe it's just SOUTH

OK, maybe it's just SOUTH Florida that's full of a-holes. I'm getting a much friendlier vibe from the folks up here around Daytona.

Snoozed my alarm a few

Snoozed my alarm a few too many times this morn & got a knock from the New Smyrna Police. They were very cool from the start. Sarasota next?

I almost never get a

I almost never get a chance to sit or sleep in comfort. Not even when I'm riding w/ someone. It's rough, tiring. I need a couple days to relax!!!

Got my phone charged! I

Got my phone charged! I guess I'm near Daytona now. Good spot to sleep, but I'll have to get up before 6 because the rising sun will expose me.

I say plenty about the

I say plenty about the good people out there, so I'm entitled to reveal the bad ones, too: Florida is jam-packed w/ assholes. Serious assholes.

I say plenty about the

I say plenty about the good people out there, so I'm entitled to reveal the bad ones, too: Florida is jam-packed w/ assholes. Serious assholes.

Someone Google "Marley Elena Ortiz"

Someone Google "Marley Elena Ortiz" for me. I found her ID in strange place, can't get cops to stop for me. In case she's missing or something.

Phone battery low, so can't

Phone battery low, so can't update for a while. Still in Davie, FL. Don't know if I'll head to Cape Canav or not b/c James may be gone already.

What I said about Travis

What I said about Travis sounded shitty. I didn't mean it that way. I will explain when I get a chance. I want to apologize to Travis for that.

Oh, it's Lew, not Lou.

Oh, it's Lew, not Lou. (Let me consult my pocket atlas about that one, Lew.) BTW, Lew also gave me a hat, which is making things easier already.

Got another ride to Davie

Got another ride to Davie w/ Lou Graff. He bought me fish/chips & a beer. He's a pastor, nice guy. Glad to be outta Naples. Now where do I go?

And I'm not forgetting you,

And I'm not forgetting you, Bobby Ware. Thanks for the ride. Wish I'd had more time to capture some of your stories. Interesting and compelling.

As usual, the shit turns

As usual, the shit turns to gold. A ride 5 miles took me to Tim, an Irishman w/ a gift for gab. 90 mins. of footage w/ him + $20. Much more L8R.

Lexus, Audi, BMW, Mercedes, Cadi,

Lexus, Audi, BMW, Mercedes, Cadi, 'Vette. One after another. Naples: City of Assholes. I know it sounds negative, but it's true. You shame Italy.

If I get arrested, there

If I get arrested, there WILL be footage. So if it happens & I end up w/ no footage, y'all will know the cops took it, unless I say I otherwise.

Remind me to never come

Remind me to never come back to Naples. This place sucks! I just want outta here NOW. When I get rich, I'm gonna live among the real people.

If you enjoy your liber-ty

If you enjoy your liber-ty (aka freedom), thank a liber-al. Yup, them's two different forms of the same word. I heard one of them is bad, though.

...I have 19 full/used tapes,

...I have 19 full/used tapes, 1 partially used, 1 cleaner & 3 blank. Someone please copy & paste these 2 posts into comments ASAP to verify time.

Please leave comments on previous

Please leave comments on previous post ASAP in case anything happens 2 me or my shit. It'll be evidence if the cops destroy stuff. All is OK now.

Another cop fucked w/ me

Another cop fucked w/ me @ 9:20. She said she'll take me to jail if she sees me here again. I'm still here. I dare you to fuck w/ me again, lady.

15 mins later 2 more

15 mins later 2 more cops stopped. I matched the description of perp. They were cool. Then an investigator. Held me up at least an hour. No ride.

So much for cool sheriff's

So much for cool sheriff's deputies. 1 just fucked w/ me on on-ramp but bolted when I reached for my camera. I want him to come back & try again.

Fatburger is a total ripoff.

Fatburger is a total ripoff. No way I'm eating there for almost $10. I'd pay up to $5, but no more. I can't believe people pay that 4 so-so food.

Fatburger in Naples!? I'm there,

Fatburger in Naples!? I'm there, dude.

Collier County Public Library

I am at the Collier County Public Library in Naples, Florida right now. Can't say much here because I only have 17 minutes left and I don't want to stay here long.

Travis showed up about ten minutes ago with my cash from yesterday's work (mostly painting). He paid me $60 for 9 hours of work. I believe the current minimum wage is over $7 an hour, so I feel a little cheated (do the math), despite the nice things Travis has done for me (all of which were voluntary on his part).

Naples seems pretty nice. Sheriff's deputies seem cool, too. Weather has been nice here.

Gonna try to get back to the Atlantic coast as soon as I leave here. I want to meet back up with James (the bicyclist) in Cape Canaveral, to return the swimming trunks he left in his Beaufort, SC motel room, as well as to get some footage of him recapping his adventure. I think James said he would be around until the 26th, so I should make it there easily before he heads back to NJ.

I wish I could show the pics and footage of my gator encounter, but there is just no way for me to do that right now. I was about 8 feet from the gator, in or near the Everglades. Some kid kept throwing rocks at the gator, which really pissed me off for a couple reasons: 1) It drove the gator away; and 2) That's just not cool. And his mom just stood there and allowed him to do it.

Gotta go. Hope I can get some more computer access soon. So much to say.

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If you'd like to contact me, call me at 614-738-3867.

Unpublished post

For some reason the following mobile blog did not publish two nights ago (5/20/07 - 10:45 PM):

I've been zig-zagging FL. Going to Naples right now. Might do some painting tomorrow for the dude who picked me up today. Good timing because I'm down to $30.

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Aimless
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If you'd like to contact me, call me at 614-738-3867.

Waiting 4 dude to show

Waiting 4 dude to show up with my $$ so I can leave Naples. How much will he bring (if he even shows up)? Should be $90 or more. My guess is $50.

Busted ass 9 hrs today

Busted ass 9 hrs today for $40. I gave it back so dude could get gas. Says he'll give me more in morning. Maybe he'll up it to the OLD min wage!!

I've been zig-zagging FL

I've been zig-zagging FL. Going to Naples right now. Might do some painting tomorrow for the dude who picked me up today. Good timing because I'm down to $30.

In Miami for 3rd time.

In Miami for 3rd time. Got up close w/ a gator in wild today. It's so hot here; need to get away north. I may take A1A up to Cape Canaveral next.

Alone in Everglades tonite with

Alone in Everglades tonite with gators, panthers. (Wearing OSU shirt = prime gator bait.) US 41 @ FL 29. Kinda eerie. Tomorrow should be awesome.

I went into the Miccosukee

I went into the Miccosukee casino. After a few mins, guard told me I can't be in there w/ my pack. I said: Fine, I'll leave & take my $$ with me.

Attention: Brad & Jeff

Since Brad will probably see this long before Jeff, I guess this is directed more toward Brad than Jeff. Anyway, I'm going to ask you a favor.

As far as I know, both of you guys are very active on the drum corps forums like Drum Corps Planet. Knowing that, I hope one of you will post something for me: I think I would like to volunteer with a touring drum corps after I return home from Leg 1 of Aimless in late June. So would you please post something on the message boards that might reach the corps directors or whoever they put in charge of touring? It doesn't matter to me which corps or corps (plural) might be interested in allowing me to volunteer (in conjunction with Aimless). I might even want to spend time traveling with various corps, possibly all the way through Championship week.

I don't know how I might be able to meet up with an interested corps, but I do know I will be in Columbus in late June. I also don't know if there are any shows in or around Columbus in late June, but if there is/are, it might provide a good opportunity for me to hook up with a corps looking for some assistance. Additionally, Aimless could provide some valuable exposure for whatever corps snaps me up. Or maybe not. I don't know for sure. I'm not writing the story; I'm just finding it.

Brad or Jeff, if you are willing to do this for me, give me a call so I can elaborate on what I've said here. Basically I will be in Columbus at least from June 20 to about June 25. I'm almost sure there will be lots of drum corps in or near Ohio during that time span. Depending on where I am in early June, I may arrive home a little sooner or hang around a little later than those dates (to get some badly needed rest and relaxation).

Also, Brad, would you mind sending an e-mail to the LE list for me, letting them know that I've been out on the road for almost a month, as well as inviting them to follow my adventure through the blog? I've probably already been in the neighborhoods of many LE alums but never even knew it. I think I may venture into Mike Heineman's area very soon, so it'll be cool to see him. (He already knows I might be around.)

OK, I think I said what I needed to say. Hope to hear from one of you soon. And thank you.

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Aimless
The Quasi-Aimless Trailer
If you'd like to contact me, call me at 614-738-3867.

Still at FIU

As I mentioned in my short mobile post, I had a very cool spot to camp last night. I also said quite a bit in the longer post, but I neglected to mention a guy I met on the bus to FIU. His name is Rafael (can't quite make out the last name on the piece of paper he gave me). He is a musician and teaches history at FIU, I believe he said. Anyway, he told me about his myspace page and I wanted to link to it here, even though I haven't had the chance to look at it yet. Here it is: www.myspace.com/rafasso. (Rafael is from Venezuela.)

Well, there are lots of people here trying to use these computers, so I better go. Not sure I had anything else to say, anyway. I guess I'm in no hurry to leave this place, considering the abundance of internet access and a great spot to camp out, but I will probably be long gone by the end of the day.

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If you'd like to contact me, call me at 614-738-3867.

Haven't used tent the last

Haven't used tent the last 5 nights. Feels good to be back "home." I'm camping by a pond on FIU campus. FIU doesn't even know how kind they are.

Live from Florida International

I am now west of Miami, at Florida International University's library. I'm not supposed to be using their computers, but they don't have any special login criteria, like passwords & stuff, so I guess I win.

Don't know where I'll stay tonight. Haven't really gotten a feel for the area because I came here straight from the 8 bus. Additionally it is getting dark, so I probably won't be able to get a ride west on US Route 41 through the Everglades.

The homeless shelter wasn't bad. I think I slept well and no one bothered me. Also, there were a couple guys there who I met on the bus down to Key West, so that probably made it easier.

First thing this morning I walked about two miles from the shelter to the bus stop for the bus that takes you 50 miles to Marathon. The $2 bus showed up maybe 15 minutes after I arrived, and we proceeded down the road. When we arrived in Marathon, at about 9:40, I figured I might have to wait maybe an hour, tops, for the next bus to Florida City. But when I walked to the nearby gas station to buy some smokes and take a whiz, I asked the station attendants if they knew what time the next bus was supposed to come. They said 1:00. Fucking great! Almost a three-and-a-half-hour wait, after I'd gotten off to such a good start.

So I waited for a while before going to McDonald's to cheaply acquire some comfortable seating and AC. Then I went back to the bus stop and waited. It sucked. Finally the bus showed up at about 1:10. I waited almost three and a half hours for that bus ($1.85 plus $0.50 transfer for the 38 bus in Florida City), hoping to get the front seat, but it was already taken when I boarded the bus. One thing I have to say about the bus drivers around here: They can make it a little scary.

Arrived in Florida City at about 3:30. At 3:42 I boarded the bus and asked the driver for a transfer to the train. I expected it to cost me another fifty cents, but she just gave it to me. That was cool of her.

Let's see. What else did I want to say?

I want to say more about the planetarium thing, but that would take too long. (I only have 31 minutes left.) And I think I already made it pretty clear that I don't like Key West.

Man, it's really difficult to keep my thoughts organized. This really is a lot of work, and I'm in constant sensory overload mode.

I think there are real students waiting to use these computers, so I'm going to get off now. Hopefully I'll encounter another computer soon so I can continue the updating game.

I'd love to hear from people while I'm on the road. Feel free to call me at 614-738-3867.

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I've now walked over 200

I've now walked over 200 miles. Not sure of exact dist. Keeping notes to figure it out L8R. Outta Key W, waiting 4 bus back to Miami. Where next?

Homeless shelter tonite. They make

Homeless shelter tonite. They make you take a shower b4 you enter the sleep area. I wanted a shower as much as I wanted somewhere 2 sleep anyway.

I just went to a

I just went to a planetarium to feed my appetite for science, but I had to leave because it turned out to be creationist propaganda. Ridiculous!

KW is boring as hell.

KW is boring as hell. It is so ordinary & predictable. YSO is a much cooler town. I'm tempted to leave right now. But should I take bus or walk?

Feel more like homeless tonite,

Feel more like homeless tonite, my first all-niter. Nowhere to camp/hide. Just have to pass a few more hours, then head to beach for some rest.

Galen in SC just called.

Galen in SC just called. Said he & wife read blog every day. Wished me the best. Awesome people! Thanks. Made it to Key West for $4 via 3 buses.

Riding an L train north

Riding an L train north of Miami right now. Gonna take it back south when it ends, then head toward Key West. The road there should be very cool.

Miami, Florida

Arrived in Miami at about 11:00 tonight, riding from Beaufort with Daniel Dosier. So many places to go from here. I'm going to be depressed when I get back to Ohio after being in all these beautiful places for so long.

I'm tired and I think I'll stop sending all those short mobile blogs. I get the feeling they're kind of annoying.

Guess I'll see all the Forrest Gump stuff some other time. It's OK that I left town, though, because the Gump stuff is not really in Beaufort; it's actually quite a way away from town. Would have been too much trouble trying to get there. I do want to go back to Beaufort, though. It looked like a very cool city.

Thanks for buying the shirt from Robert, Jay. That was really cool. (Did you see Dave around?)

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My god I'm so completely

My god I'm so completely aimless. Here I am on my way to Miami. Who'd've figured? (Jeff would've.) So what next? Who cares? I'll be there.

Aha! I found a Best

Aha! I found a Best Buy & got 6 tapes for $24. Not 2 bad & should last a while. Time 2 find a ride 2 Savannah or something, overtake James maybe.

Live from a real computer!

It just never stops: the good, the bad, the sun, the rain, everything. Crazy, man.

Yesterday there was hours and hours of clear, sunny skies. Not good when you're walking west or south (which happens to be the two directions I've been walking exclusively). Then, out of nowhere, it rained. Still walking along US Route 17 South, the hospitable southerners just kept driving by.

About a mile into the rain I passed a house. I looked over for a second and saw two figures sitting in the garage. A split second later I heard one of them yell for me, clearly inviting me to take shelter with them in the garage. I welcomed the invitation.

I hung out with the two black gentlemen--Al Edwards and Robert E. Lee--for about four hours before they took me about ten miles down the road to a truck stop. Lots more to say about this, but not much time right now. Awesome guys. Really great people.

Earlier in the day I encountered a bicyclist who had seen me walking the previous day. His name is Peter Masiello (from near New York City), and he is riding the entire Atlantic coast (or most of it) from Florida northward. Having just purchased two videotapes at a drug store for way too much money before our encounter, Peter asked if he could take care of the cost of the tapes. I obliged. He ended up giving me $22. (The tapes cost about $13). We talked for probably close to an hour. It was nice conversation. Thanks Peter. You're too kind.

Not ten minutes after Peter took off in the opposite way from myself, another bicyclist passed me going the same direction. He stopped and we talked for 20 or 30 minutes. His name is James Dolan, and he is also from the NYC area (northern New Jersey). Oddly he is biking the Atlantic coast from NJ to Kennedy Space Center (where his son lives). Another great guy. He gave me his phone number and told me he would be staying in Beaufort (BYOO-fert, locally). He said if I make it that far and see a bike outside a motel room, knock and he'd let me get a shower and stuff. But after getting a ride to Beaufort, I ended up calling him. He told me where he was staying, and "Wayne & Kim" (need to double check those names) drove me right up to room 111.

Unfortunately, somehow I lost my Aussie type hat during the ride in the back of Wayne and Kim's pickup. That sucks because I really like that hat. I got it in Panguitch, Utah close to ten years ago. It helped me keep hair, sweat, and sun out of my eyes and face. Now I need to buy a new hat. Not an expense I planned for. Well, the way things are going, expenses don't matter much because Wayne & Kim also gave me a 20. (I'm trying to get desperate, but people are too damn good to me.) Thank you Wayne and Kim. (Jeez I hope I'm getting all these names right. I have them on tape instead of my notebook, so it's hard to reference.)

Correction?: I said I camped near Ten Farms Creek or something like that. I think it may actually be Tea Farm Creek. Still not sure, but that's what the fellas told me.

Oh yeah, and I think Al and Bobby are Gullah people. They speak with very Jamaican sounding accents, as do many (or most) of the black people in this area, even though they were born and raised here. I can't believe I have never learned anything about these people or their history. I need to come back to get some more time with Bobby.

From here in Beaufort, James took off about an hour ago. Hopefully I'll catch up with him again for some more video opportunity. This is a good story. I'll probably keep going south all the way to Cape Canaveral (instead of Jacksonville) just to keep the correspondence with James. Oh yeah, and here is a URL about his journey: tourdejimodyssey.blogspot.com.

If you checked out Robert Paschell's web site, you haven't seen anything yet. His best designs are not on the site. (My favorite is "Pink Freud.") I'll try to post some pictures of his shirts whenever I make it back home, but I won't be there long, so I may not have time.

This is so much work. 18 hour days almost every day, and that is just the walking. Weird thing is that I can go several days without taking a shower and I don't get smelly. I guess it's all the water I consume. Instead of sweating toxic crap like usual, I'm sweating damn near 100% water. I had a shower this morning, though, so I feel very refreshed.

Time to find the Gump House, I guess. Beaufort seems to be a very cool town. I hope I didn't forget to mention anything important. (Oh yeah, there is a Best Buy around here somewhere!!! Now I can get some reasonably priced tapes.)

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Walk walk walk, no one

Walk walk walk, no one stops. Hot hot hot, I'm bout to drop. Southern hospitality is BULLSHIT! Most kind folks I've met in south are from north.

Heading toward Gump House in

Heading toward Gump House in Beaufort, SC (aka Greenbow, AL). Mostly I just want to get new tapes, take a shower, & charge batteries, though.

Awesome campsite last nite. US

Awesome campsite last nite. US 17 @ 10 Farms Creek, beside marsh. Almost outta tape, so couldn't get any footage. Luckily no gators to eat me up.

Unbelievable how many 10s of

Unbelievable how many 10s of 1000s of cars have passed me by as I turn purple under this brutal sun. US 17 South toward Savannah.

Lotsa walking in C-ton. Talked

Lotsa walking in C-ton. Talked to a guy named Rich & his beautiful girlfriend Sarah for a while, mostly about music. Better find a campsite ASAP.

Sick of Myrtle B. Got

Sick of Myrtle B. Got a ride to Charleston y-day. Woke at 6 today, gonna try to find soup kitchen downtown. Living like I'm homeless, I guess.

E-mails to my phone can

E-mails to my phone can be a maximum of 160 characters. Jay, yours ended at "jour."

Leaving Myrtle Beach

I'll be heading south along the beach beginning in about an hour. Where will I go? I don't know. I might end up in Maine or something. That's why I call this Aimless.

Remember this number: 6147383867. That's my phone number. If you add @vtext.com to the end of it, you can e-mail my phone. There is probably a character limit, but I'm really not sure yet. Give it a try if you want to say something to me without calling.

Also, now that I know how to mobile blog, expect more blog entries. If there is a character limit on text messages, these entries will be short, as well.

I have to go now so Billy can finish his work on this computer and so I can finish getting ready to leave. Check back soon.

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I am sending this from

I am sending this from my phone. It is just a test.

Aimless side effects

When I finish this adventure, I will have the baddest-ass calf muscles you've ever seen. All this walking with an additional 1/3 of my body weight upon my back has put a lot of new muscle on my legs. There's new muscle on my upper body, too, but not to the extent that there is on my legs.

I noticed yesterday that my ankle feels a lot better, at least in the spot where it has been hurting since December 16, when I dislocated it and likely tore a ligament. There is still a lot of pain when I walk long distances, but long walks make me hurt everywhere. I think I strained another part of the same ankle when I was in Yellow Springs, but that was one of those things that probably only lasts a week or two.

I've had a lot of numbness and swelling in my feet and hands. I wouldn't think it's anything serious, but it's pretty constant, so I worry about it a little bit. Knowing my luck, I'll probably have to get my feet amputated when I'm done with this.

Billy made some awesome spaghetti sauce last night, along with linguine. I would like to make these guys some pizza while I'm here. (Billy has two roommates: Daniel and Joe.) I also went down to the steam room and hot tub with Billy for a while last night. I love hot tubs. There is also a very nice pool here, as well as a sauna, I think. Steam room was a first for me. It feels kind of strange in there.

Don't forget about my lady in the black Pathfinder, Yellow Springers. I'm counting on you. I'm sure it's the only black Pathfinder in town, and she spends plenty of time on Xenia Avenue, so you've got to see her once in a while. I think I forgot to mention the look she gave me in the previous post about her, but it was one of those looks. I gave her the same look, and we both know it. The problem is, I can't reach her from here without your help.

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For all we know, he might be an angel

Wow! So much to say, but there is no way I can possibly say it all right now. Believe me, though, there will be a book about this.

Right now I'm in a condo in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. I camped out in a forest last night, then started walking toward the beach at about 10:00 AM, when a guy named Billy De Lorenzo stopped to ask me if I needed a ride. I didn't really need a ride, being less than a mile from the beach, but I hopped in anyway. In the car he said I was welcome to hang out at his house, take a shower, do laundry, etc., so I came on over. He has since told me I'm welcome to stay as long as I want.

Now flash back about a week...

When last I checked in, you may remember I was in Covington, Kentucky. After writing those two entries, I stood around the I-75 on-ramp for four hours before a guy gave me a ride about ten miles down the road to Kentucky Route 371. (Can't remember his name right now, but I have it on tape. It will be in the credits.) I waited on the on-ramp for a few minutes before just deciding to walk along the road intersecting the interstate. I walked a couple miles and ended up at the Dixie Highway. Took the Dixie Highway south to Florence. Being off the trails, I had a difficult time finding a good place to pitch the tent, but I eventually found a pretty decent place.

I've had four encounters with cops so far, with the last one occurring not long after I woke up in Florence. No problems with them or anything; just cops doing what they're supposed to do.

From Florence I had to backtrack a few miles because I had managed to venture off of the Dixie Highway. So I found my way back to the Dixie Highway and headed south. Walked miles and miles with no luck getting a ride, so I walked over to a Pilot truck stop where the Dixie Highway met up with the interstate.

Within about three minutes of my arrival at the Pilot station, a trucker walked by and asked, "North or south?" I responded, "South. How 'bout yourself?" He said he was also going south, to Duncan, South Carolina (between Greenville and Spartanburg). At this point he didn't seem to be offering me a ride, but after a little more chit-chat, it was on. I rode with Bruce overnight through Lexington, Knoxville, and Asheville, to his destination in Duncan, South Carolina.

From upstate South Carolina I thought I might as well head toward Charleston or Savannah since I was so close, but I was in a bad spot to catch a ride that way. Where I was (beside I-85), it would have been much easier to get a ride to either Charlotte or Atlanta, but I really didn't feel like going to either of those cities, so I started walking west, thinking I was only a few miles from I-385. After walking five or six miles, I realized I'd put myself in an even worse spot than I was before. But I waited for a ride anywhere, and it didn't take long for someone to stop and offer me a ride closer to where I wanted to be.

I was now next to I-26, where I waited for a ride south. After four hours, no luck. I got sick of waiting, so I just started walking somewhere. I ended up walking through Roebuck, south of Spartanburg, about three nights ago, but again I had trouble finding a good place to set up camp. After about 12 miles of walking, at 11:00, I plopped down in someone's front yard, not pitching my tent because it just wasn't a good place to camp.

I unstrapped my sleeping bag from the backpack and tried to rest a little bit, using the sleeping bag as a pillow, thinking I would continue heading down the road after a few hours. Didn't happen, though. I woke up at about 1:00 AM cold and still tired. I decided to just pitch the tent and hope I don't wake up with a shotgun in my face.

Instead of a shotgun in my face, I woke up with a flooded tent at around 7:00 or 8:00. I got out of the tent and stood around for a while, trying to figure out what I might be able to do. Then I noticed a carport at one of the houses nearby, so I walked over to it. At that point I heard a voice from the front of the house. Someone wanted to know what I was doing, so I walked to the front door and explained what I was doing. I then asked the homeowner if I could keep standing under his carport. He said it was OK.

I can't tell this story right now; it would just take too long. But I want you to know it's an amazing story and it will probably be a very moving scene, the scene that will let viewers know this thing is gonna be good.

Anyway, Vernon Payne ended up making me breakfast--eggs, toast, grits, and a biscuit--as his initial apprehension gradually turned to friendliness. I also met his next door neighbor, who is related to him, before Vernon drove me to the nearby truck stop. At one point while we talked, the neighbor, Galen, said something like, "For all we know, he might be an angel." That's when I started realizing that I'm somehow enriching the lives of the people who help me. I can't really explain it because I don't really understand it, but somehow I am making a huge positive impact on the people I meet. This is all really amazing; it's beyond comprehension.

After Vernon took me to the Kangaroo truck stop, I stood outside for a while, trying to stay out of the rain. Eventually the manager of the place stepped out to ask me what I was doing. I said I was just trying to stay out of the rain, maybe get a ride somewhere. He then invited me to come inside and sit in the dining area. His name is Jessie Wright and he is also a minister.

I sat inside the gas station for hours, talking to a few people while not getting a ride. I ended up talking to a group of four people (two couples) I estimate are in their 60s. Like most people I talk to, they were intrigued by my story. They were heading toward Myrtle Beach from Peoria, Illinois. I mostly talked to one of the men. His name is Ken Waggoner or Wagner (or something like that). Before they left, he slipped a 20 dollar bill into my hand, even though I said I'm not hurting for money. (Vernon and Galen also gave me $5 each.)

Immediately after they left, I turned around to see a woman handing me a styrofoam clamshell and an empty cup. It was a meal from Aunt M's chicken, located inside the truck stop. The woman was Leslie Browning; she works at Aunt M's. Inside the clamshell was a piece of chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, macaroni, and a biscuit. I thanked her and just couldn't believe what was happening.

Later on, Jessie asked me if I needed anything, like a shower or food or drink or whatever. In awe of this undeserved kindness, I told Jessie I might take him up on the shower offer, as I had not had a shower in about four days. Shortly after, I told him I'd love to take the shower offer.

The kindness just doesn't stop. It takes some breaks for days at a time, but it never stops. I don't deserve all this kindness, and I just can't tell you how it feels. It's amazing.

I can now verify that Aimless is aptly titled. Even though I had some vague plans for where I would go first, I've ended up doing something completely different. I never expected to be anywhere near South Carolina at this point, but there I was in Spartanburg. And Myrtle Beach, no way. But here I am. Even when I walk, I take roads I don't know, not knowing where I'll end up. I know I am doing this right.

OK, so I hung around the Kangaroo station for about 12 hours Saturday, and I finally realized I was not going to get a ride that night. Business was dead and there were no lights near the on-ramp. I decided to pitch my tent near the lot where trucks park, and I got to sleep at a decent time.

I woke up pretty early yesterday and headed to the Kangaroo station to brush my teeth. After eating some soft batch cookies for breakfast and having a smoke, I made my way to the on-ramp.

Before I even reached the spot where I intended to wait for a ride, someone stopped to offer me a ride. Gaile Myers (I need to check the spelling), a 70-ish man, said he was going to North Myrtle Beach. Sounded perfect to me, so I put my backpack in the bed of his Dodge truck and joined him up front. Mr. Myers is an interesting guy--a reasonable conservative, I'd say. He reminded me in some ways of the character in American Beauty played by Chris Cooper, the dad of the boyfriend. He bought me lunch at McDonald's and showed me the town of Little River before dropping me off at North Myrtle Beach at about 12:30.

I walked about 15 miles yesterday, reaching the north (or northeast) edge of Myrtle Beach. I found my way to a McDonald's for some cheap eats when a mother and daughter initiated a conversation with me after noticing my red face and backpack. The mother (Linda Drost) offered me a ride to wherever I was heading, which I accepted, although I was not completely sure where I was headed. All I knew was that there were some woods where I might be able to find a clearing near where I'd already been.

Linda drove me there while her daughter Marialyn followed. We talked for maybe half an hour before finally separating. Marialyn gave me a lot of useful information about fire ants and bug bites, which I appreciate immensely. These two women were both very friendly. I enjoyed talking to them quite a bit. (Marialyn, if you see this, will you please leave a comment with a pronunciation of your name? I was so exhausted when you said it that it just went straight through me.)

After the ladies split, I walked around the woods, shortly finding a decent place to call home for the night. The clearing was of decent size, and the ground was reasonably soft. Unfortunately, like every other night I've slept outside, it got pretty cold overnight. (I've only slept inside two nights since I left on April 22.) Still, I got a lot of rest, and my very sore body feels much better now than it did last night.

As I already mentioned, I'm now sitting at a computer in a condo. Billy and his roommates are very friendly, and Billy has told me I can stay as long as I want. I think I'll probably hang around for a bit. It's cool and windy outside, so there's probably not much excitement (aka titties) at the beach.

I can't remember if I mentioned Robert Paschell in my previous update, but I know I didn't link to his web site, so I want to do that now. Robert lives in Yellow Springs and makes t-shirts. He's a very talented and unique guy, but he hardly makes any money at all. So I want you to take a look at his web site (which I haven't seen yet) and consider buying one or two of his shirts. He works so hard making them, one at a time, and he deserves better than what he's getting from life right now. I want to help him, and I hope you'll help me help him, so please tell your friends about his web site, too. I think he sets up shop every Saturday and Sunday in Yellow Springs, too, between Tom's Market and Ye Olde Trail Tavern. (If you go there looking for him, he has a long gray beard. Santa Claus-esque.) If you buy something from him, tell him I sent you.

I have now walked about 115 miles with 50+ pounds on my back. Unfortunately my shitty pedometer is toast after only two weeks. I hope I can manage to get another one--a better one--somehow, because I really want to keep track of my walking mileage. So if there is anyone out there who'd like to supply a new pedometer for me, I'd love to meet up with you (and it'll get your name in the credits at the very least). I can't check e-mail very frequently, but I always have my phone around. 614-738-3867.

Also, this will be a fucking incredible documentary when I'm done. I have absolutely no doubt about that anymore. This is going to be much bigger than I ever wanted it to be.

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Help me get my girl!

All right, I now know a little bit more about the girl I've written about: She drives a black Nissan Pathfinder (which is probably the only one in Yellow Springs).

I didn't get any opportunities to talk to her while I was in Yellow Springs, so I ask all you Yellow Springers (and Yellow Springs regulars) to do me a favor. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do me this favor. If you see a slim, twentysomething, tallish woman getting out of a black Nissan Pathfinder in Yellow Springs, please tell her some guy (me) would like her to visit www.aimlessmovie.com and call the contact phone number (614-738-3867).

I just didn't have the chance to talk to her while I was in town, and now I won't be there for a long time, so I'm counting on you to help me. It's the only thing I'll ever ask of y'all.

Whoever comes through for me will win something (probably a personal thank you from me). You may not just be doing this for me; you may also be doing it for her. The look she gave me Saturday makes me believe that's very likely.

Thank you.

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Getting down the road

I am at the library in Covington, Kentucky right now (right across the river from Cincinnati). I'd hoped to provide some updates sooner than this, but I can only do it when I have the opportunity.

So this is how it's gone so far:

I left home (near Darbydale, Ohio) on Sunday April 22 at about 5:00 PM, walking toward London along Route 665. About 8 miles down the road I came to an intersection I figured would take me to the old railroad line that is now a trail, so I headed north to find the trail. I found the trail and pitched my tent in the darkness, using a tiny flashlight to read the instructions. I didn't have much choice other than to sleep on forgotten railroad ballast that night, as would be true of the nights to come. In total I walked about 8.5 miles that night (in 5 hours).

Monday I was a hurtin'. I hit the trail toward London at about 10:00 AM, I guess, arriving in London at about 2 or 3. Found my way to McDonald's for a couple $1 double cheeseburgers and a $1 fry, then sat at McDonald's for a total of about 2 hours. Leaving McDonald's, I had a smoke then started walking southwest along US 42 out of London. Didn't know if I would stay by the road or get back on the trail, but I ended up getting back on the trail, then camping beside the trail a couple miles out of London. Walked about 8.5 miles again, but it took nearly twice as long as the previous day because this shit ain't easy after Day 1. It rained that night.

Tuesday I stayed on the trail, walking a little past South Charleston, 11.5 miles for the day. Got a lot of sun that day. Unfortunately I was too late to whip out the sun block, so I ended up with some pretty bad burns. Had some really good chicken from the grocery store in South Charleston. It stormed that night, with me camped out under power lines. (It was really the only place I could choose.) Like usual I didn't sleep too well.

Wednesday there was a small break in the rain that gave me an opportunity to pack up the tent without getting too wet, but there would end up being a lot of rain that day. I got off the trail and walked up South Charleston-Clifton Road (or something like that), toward Clifton and Yellow Springs. By now I had decided I wanted to walk all the way to Yellow Springs because I had already walked so far, so I actually turned down an offer for a ride about 3 miles up the road.

Wednesday was tough. With the rain and the pain and the hilly roads, I wasn't liking things much. Eventually, though, the rain stopped and I made it through Clifton, leaving me about 4 more miles to Yellow Springs.

About a mile from Yellow Springs, I hit a wall, having walked another 11.5 miles. This was about 5:00, I think. So I sat down and decided I would take a ride if anyone offered a ride. Eventually I decided that I would pick up my stuff and continue walking if no one offered me a ride by 7:00. But at about 6:00, a young lady (Jill ???) stopped to ask me where I was headed. I said Yellow Springs and she took me there, dropping me off behind Dino's. She said she was meeting her sister in Yellow Springs and maybe they'd stop by later at Dino's.

Shortly after arriving at Dino's I walked across the street to Tom's Market and bought some donuts. I then chowed down on four of my six donuts at Dino's. Yum yum. Later Jill, her sister, and a friend came into Dino's and invited me to join them for dinner across the street at Ye Olde Trail Tavern, their treat. Even though I had already satisfied my hunger, I accepted their offer and had me a cheeseburger. Jill & Co. were very friendly and nice to talk to. They said a prayer for me before we split up.

I pitched the tent near the firehouse Wednesday night and freshened up the next morning at the public restroom near the trail.

Thursday morning, as I walked to the restroom from my tent, a young woman on a bike passed me in the opposite direction. I didn't get a good look, mostly because my brain was too asleep to interpret pictures correctly, but I think it may have been the girl I've written about recently. Whoever it was, she said "Good morning" as she passed me. It was the sweetest sounding voice, and I've decided it must have been her. Even if it wasn't her, I'm going to remember it as if it was her. (More about her in the next post).

I had a bed and a shower Thursday night, thanks to the kindness of Lisa Russell, who is the girlfriend of a guy I know in Yellow Springs (Donn Steinhilber). I really appreciate your kindness, Lisa and Donn. Thank you.

While in Yellow Springs, Dave Chappelle spoke to me for the first time. Walking into Dino's, he asked me if I didn't mind him leaving his skateboard next to me while he waited in line for a coffee. Smiling and nodding, I said, "I'll take care of it."

I met a lot of interesting people over the weekend in Yellow Springs. Getting out and walking around town really helped me get out of my shell. There are some people I'd really like to talk to whenever I hit town again.

Man, so much to say. And I'm on limited time here.

I left Yellow Springs Monday morning after spending four days recovering from the 40-mile walk. Heading south along the trail, toward (and beyond) Xenia, I ended up walking 17 miles before setting up camp. I could have walked even longer, but I found what seemed like a good place to spend the night in the middle of nowhere, about a mile or two past Spring Valley.

With my endurance improving dramatically, I figured Tuesday would be about the same. I thought I could walk 15 miles or more and end up close to my brother's house near King's Island. Well, I was wrong. Everything went wrong yesterday, from running out of water to not being able to eat. In other words, I had a shitty day yesterday, hitting the wall again after about 11 miles. So I called my brother from near Waynesville and asked him how far I still had to go to get to his house. I said I was trying to get a ride, but he ended offering to come and pick me up. He arrived at about 7:00.

I had hoped to hang around Roman's house today and leave tomorrow, to recover a little bit, but his wife Erin is a total fucking bitch, so it was out of the question even before I could ask. Erin used to be really cool and enjoyable, but she has become a manipulative twat over the years. I have no love left for you, Erin. You're not a good person.

So now I'm in Kentucky, and I think I'm going to head south. Hopefully I'll be able to update more frequently down the road.

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Kicking it off in YSO

I'm not actually going to kick it off in Yellow Springs (because if I get to Yellow Springs, I will already have kicked it off), but I am going to head that way first instead of heading toward I-71. I mean, I just finished driving to and from Cincinnati on I-71, and that was torture enough. I don't want to try it again tomorrow. Also, I want to stay off the interstate system as much as I can this time because Aimless is not about hitchhiking from Point A to Point B; it's about traveling without a Point A or Point B (and a bunch of other stuff, too).

So here's what I'm going to do: I'm going to head west on Route 665 toward London sometime tomorrow morning or early afternoon. (If you've seen the Aimless contact page, you may think I live in London. Well, I don't. I don't live anywhere near London; not even the same county.) If no one stops to offer me a ride, I should be able to walk at least as far as London before night falls, about 14 miles. I'm not sure, but I think there may be a Rails To Trails trail beginning in London. I know the railroad tracks are long gone, but I'm not sure where the trail begins. I only know there is a trail a little farther down the road.

I have no idea how long it will take to reach Yellow Springs. If I can catch a ride or two, I might make it there tomorrow. But I might end up walking the whole way, which would probably get me there Tuesday or Wednesday. We'll see.

If anyone in or near Yellow Springs is reading this and may be willing to let me crash and refuel for a night, you can reach me at 614-738-3867 or keep an eye out for me.

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So I sold my soul and went to a Major League Baseball game tonight at Corporate Naming Rights Ballpark #23. Last time I went to a baseball game in Cincinnati--about 6 or 7 years ago--it was in Riverfront Stadium (or whatever corporate naming bullshit they called it then). In that game versus the Cleveland Indians, I witnessed something that very few people have witnessed in person: an American League pitcher hitting a home run (Dwight Gooden). I don't know how many American League pitchers have hit home runs since the American League began using designated hitters, but I would imagine it has happened fewer than 20 times.

So that was the last game I attended. What unusual play might we expect tonight? Well, tonight I witnessed a triple play. The really weird thing is that I hardly paid any attention to the game, but I saw that play from start to finish. As someone who really doesn't like baseball, it's strange that I've been there to witness some things that die-hard baseball fans would love to see but probably never will.

OK, that's it for now. Maybe I'll see you on the road.

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Girl

I went to Dino's today, thinking I might actually talk to the girl I mentioned in my previous post. No girl. No talk. That kinda sucks. Maybe she'll somehow find her way to this web site. (Yeah, right.)

However, I did have a really cool 4-hour conversation with a guy named Steve, whom I'd seen around plenty of times but never met before today.

Well, I'm not leaving tomorrow. There are just too many things I still have to do, like pick up my prescription, which the pharmacy didn't have in stock and apparently has not received yet. Also, my folks offered to buy me a good backpack, so I'm going to look around for one tomorrow. A good backpack should give me considerably better mobility, thanks mostly to the even distribution of weight.

I could leave Friday, I think, but I'm considering attending a Cincinnati Reds game Saturday, mostly just to hang out with my uncle. Even though I was a Reds fan (and a fan of baseball) most of my life, I now refuse to attend MLB games because the players and owners have no respect for their fans (aka customers). Baseball lost my ass a few years ago when they narrowly avoided yet another strike. The pussy-ass, steroid-injecting players keep whining about how they don't make enough money, and the overprivileged owners keep whining about how they don't make enough money, even though none of them will ever have to worry about paying the bills on time. Meanwhile, their multi-million-dollar contracts are paid almost entirely by people who really are hurting for money, people who willingly give up half of their hard-earned paycheck just to take the family out to a stupid baseball game.

Sorry, but I just can't allow myself to contribute to your empire of greed.

However, I might make an exception this one time.

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You left some stars in my belly

I have a lot of different things to say here.

First, my brush with death exactly one week ago has left me with a new and improved perspective on life. Now that I should be dead, each new day of life is a bonus round. Every day now presents a new opportunity to live a little. Consequently, I have a lot less bullshit to worry about because when you really get down to it, nothing really matters. Nothing we say or do matters. Nothing we feel or accomplish matters. Nothing we believed in life matters once we're dead.

If I say something outrageously stupid here, it cannot possibly bother me if I'm dead tomorrow. So why let it bother me today, especially if my outrageously stupid comment turns out to be the deepest, most important thing I'll ever say? There will come a day when I won't be alive tomorrow, so there shall be no more pussying out when it comes to things I really want to say or do today.

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New life objective #1
There is a girl I've noticed recently during my weekly hang-out session at Dino's Cappuccinos in Yellow Springs. I think she is a student at Antioch, but I'm not positive. Anyway, I can't stop thinking about her. Yes, I am physically attracted to her, but that's not why I keep thinking about her.

It all begins with her eyes and her smile. I've always felt that the eyes are the doorway to the soul (even though I don't necessarily believe in the existence of the soul.) I think people communicate more effectively and more honestly through body language than through verbal or written speech. Eyes don't lie, perhaps because the eyes bear witness to the consequences of all verbal lies. The eyes have a conscience of their own, and her eyes just keep whispering the nicest things to me.

My lady has arrived at Dino's late in the afternoon each of the last two Wednesdays. One day she arrived alone but soon began chaperoning a young girl after the girl's father dropped her off outside the shop. The other day she arrived at Dino's with the little girl but soon turned the girl back over to her father when he pulled up out front. I'm pretty sure, though, that she also came to Dino's alone the previous Wednesday, earlier in the afternoon, which must have been when my unconscious mind began feeling the urge to know her.

I don't know her name, but I think she drinks tea and I'm pretty sure she's 22 because last week the little girl loudly said something about her being 22. That's as much as I know about her.

Uh-oh, it sounds like Ryan's obsessed, you might be thinking. Well, what if I am obsessed? So what! I've known for many years that obsessiveness is a major component of my personality, and maybe I'm healthier than most people simply because I don't run from that inescapable truth. Besides, what do you think perfectionism is? It's obsession, and all great ideas and accomplishments blossom in obsessed minds.

I take a lot of pride in the things I've accomplished in my life, and none of them would have happened without obsession:

• I have bowled 300 twice, largely because I spent the previous three years practicing obsessively, bowling about 100 games almost every week, brainwashing my body to make the right moves. (I bowled 300 on January 13, 2004 and June 16, 2004. I have not hurled a bowling ball since July 2005. Obsessions end.)


• I once was a great drummer only because I obsessively practiced all day almost every day.


• I have taught myself how to make the best pizza I've ever eaten, all thanks to my obsessive personality.

And that's just the beginning of the list of good things obsession has done for me.

I am not obsessed with this young woman. If anything, I may be obsessed with the idea that it could be good or right for me to know her. I don't feel like I need to know her or that I need to be with her. That is the dangerous kind of obsession. I just feel like there may be some kind of unspoken connection between the two of us, and I'd like to find out if it's really there. If it's not there, there's no point in forcing it or deluding myself like I've done in the past.

Even though I'll be free to begin Aimless as soon as I pick up a prescription tomorrow, I'm going to put off my departure a few days so I can go to Dino's one more time before I leave, in hopes of meeting my lady.

So am I still the pussy I've always been? Even though I've convinced myself there's nothing to lose by talking to her this Wednesday (because either one of us could be dead by Thursday), will I actually follow through with my new outlook on life or will I cave in to the same fears that have always kept me from getting what I want? There's absolutely nothing to lose by walking up to her and saying, "Hi, I'm Ryan. I think I'd like to know you." But will I do it?

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Lifesaver
Although I guess I knew this immediately following my recent "Fuck you" to the grim reaper, it took a few days for my mind to register that not only did I save my own life, but I also saved the SUV driver's life.

Wow, I saved someone's life.

I've always thought it would be an awesome experience to directly save someone's life, but this is not how I envisioned it happening. Now don't get me wrong; I'm not disappointed because I didn't come out looking like a hero or anything like that. Fact is, I am a hero. I know I'm a hero and the guy driving the SUV knows I'm a hero. That's not my ego talking, either. That's just how it is.

I did what I did, and now it's over. Just knowing I saved someone else's life is more of a reward than being recognized for it.

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Aimless plans
(That's an oxymoron or something.)

I'll probably hit the road again Thursday. My plans could change, though, depending on the weather.

I think I'll start out by walking east along Ohio State Route 665 through Darbydale to Interstate 71, where I'll try to get a ride south. It's about a 10-mile walk to the interstate, so I probably won't get very far the day I leave. But if I can manage to get a ride to Cincinnati, I should at least be able to sleep at my brother's house, which is only a couple miles off 71, near King's Island. Assuming that happens, I'll be able to get up and at it early the next morning and probably get down the road pretty far.

Where will I go from there? Doesn't matter. There's a reason I call this Aimless, y'know. Although I've been planning to head south--probably to Louisiana--I might end up in Seattle or Boston instead, especially now that I have decided to take a jacket.

(If you remember, the main reason I intended to head south right away is that I wasn't going to take a jacket and northern latitudes would still be too cool or cold not to have a jacket. Also, Luke was scheduled to play in a golf tournament in Baatawn Roozhe in late April, but his schedule has changed since I made those plans. He's now playing on the Canadian Tour, which strangely only seems to have tournaments in the western United States and Mexico.)

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My sick mind
I posted another Stephen Colbert edit on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9B8q6nTOmE. This one is pretty sick and perverted, but I couldn't stop laughing when I watched it, even after spending many hours putting it together.

This one isn't a "full-length" video. It's just a sequence I may put in my final cut. All the audio and video is from the source interview; I added nothing. (I'm a pretty damn creative dude.)

My other Colbert edits:

• Stephen Colbert: For Your Editing Pleasure - Mostly clean edits, to keep it looking real. Pretty predictable and unfunny until the final 30 or 40 seconds. The end is very funny.


• Stephen Colbert: For Your Editing Pleasure #2 - This one is good. Funny and creative.


• Stephen Colbert: For Your Editing Pleasure, Take 3 - This one is even better. It's mostly the same as #2 but has some changes and smoother edits. YouTube users are currently rating this one in the Top 5 of at least 200 Stephen Colbert edits.


• Stephen Colbert Gets Edited AND Pleasured - This one is probably the best by far. Even though most of this edit borrows stuff I've put in the previous edits, this one is way the fuck better. I am going to submit this one to The Colbert Report very soon. (Unfortunately this one is out of sync on YouTube. I have now uploaded it twice, and I'm not wasting my time anymore.)

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All right, I think that's all for now. Don't expect much more blog activity for a while because I don't have any of the equipment I'd hoped to acquire by the time I began doing this for real, specifically a laptop. And to the 3 or 4 regular readers of this blog: I also will not post links to new blog entries on the front page under "New Stuff" after I hit the road. Believe it or not, what I'm about to do requires hours and hours of hard work every day, and I simply won't have time to update the front page from the road.

So just check here every once in a while. It'll be a lot more interesting this time.

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Oh yeah, and one more thing. It's now been four months since I dislocated my ankle in Arizona, and it finally feels like it's starting to get better. I never saw a doctor about it, so I have no idea if I broke any bones or anything. I suspect I probably did break something or other, but if so, I think it has healed pretty well. It appears the most serious aspect of the injury was a pretty severe ligament tear, and I guess only time fixes that kind of thing. Anyway, I have some new hiking boots, which should help prevent another injury like that, so I'm feeling good about the next set of adventures.

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Colbert edit #3

I think this one is my best yet, but I want to hear what other folks think. It's basically an extension of Edit #2, except I have made a lot of little changes and a few big edits/additions/cuts. My favorite part is at the very beginning because it is almost seamless, and the language is beautiful. Enjoy.



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Dead at 33

Ryan Michael Powell, born December 29, 1973 in Great Falls, Montana, escaped an almost certain violent death by mere inches on this day, April 8, 2007, at 11:45 AM EDT.

Now that I have your attention…

[Written Sunday April 8, 2007.]

I almost died this morning, and I’m still pretty freaked out about it.

On the way to my grandparents’ house near Dayton, Ohio, as I drove southwest on I-71 with the cruise control set to 69, I noticed an SUV in my rear-view mirror. This vehicle was about a quarter of a mile behind me when I first saw it, but only 5 or 10 seconds later the truck had reached what I consider a safe following distance behind me. In other words, the truck was screaming down the road, doing at least 100 miles an hour.

Experience suggested to me that the truck would pass me by, uneventfully, in a few seconds. I speculated that the truck’s occupants would then move on to their destination, never seeing me again. Nevertheless, I kept an eye on the truck.

The truck got closer to me. It remained in my lane.

Even closer. Still in my lane.

With no other southbound traffic within a quarter-mile either ahead of me or behind, I was thinking This must be one of those idiots who wait until the very last second to change lanes when passing. But the truck just kept gaining on me like I wasn’t even moving, so by now the truck was uncomfortably close to me and I began to seriously wonder if the driver was even going to bother changing lanes to pass me.

What?!?

Nobody does that. What kind of fucking moron would just drive straight into the back of a car at over 100 MPH when there is a perfectly empty passing lane only a few feet to the left?

In my 17 years of driving, I’ve never experienced this kind of uncertain feeling. Sure, there are plenty of stupid drivers out there, but I’ve never had to seriously entertain the idea that someone might actually ram me from behind, driving at least 30 miles an hour faster than me, especially when I’m already driving above the state’s highest speed limit.

That shit just does not happen. Of course it’s not going to happ… OH FUCK! IT’S HAPPENING.

You don’t even have time to think Oh fuck, it’s happening, because it IS happening. In one split second you change from cautious to helpless, and if you don’t do the right thing in the next split second, you’re fucking dead. There is absolutely no time to think or strategize. You just do something or you do nothing. It all comes down to instinct and luck, even if you saw it coming.

When this happens to you, you don’t know what to do because it’s totally freakin’ unreal. I guess it’s like if you were to look out the window of your house and see an airliner coming straight at you, less than a mile away. Even with the sudden state of shock you experience from this unbelievable sight, you still instantly realize the plane is going to crash. All you know is that the plane will either hit you or it will barely miss you, and you only have a few seconds to process this unreal information, let alone make some kind of decision about what to do.

Although you know this scenario is something that could happen, you’re positive it won’t happen, so there is absolutely nothing you can do when it does happen. Same thing when an SUV approaches you from behind like a speeding bullet. If you’re lucky (or a smart driver), you were paying enough attention to see it coming, and you might have a chance to make a move toward safety. But even if you do make a move, it still might not save you because it might be the wrong move or you might have been one-hundredth of a second too slow.

So what did I do?

I thought Oh fuck, I’m about to die while swerving onto the right shoulder. Another split second later I saw (or felt) the truck scream past me, at which point I became even more shocked that I was not rolling and flipping along the side of the interstate. It couldn’t have missed me by more than a couple inches.

I couldn’t believe I managed to get completely out of the way before the truck passed me, especially because the driver never swerved, veered, or braked. Not even the slightest veer or change in speed. Nothing. Just straight through me at over 100 miles an hour. I then put my hand down firmly on the horn and left it there for about ten seconds, which may have been the trigger that brought my killer back to reality because he slowed to a near-stop a few seconds later and pulled over to the shoulder.

99 percent certain that our vehicles avoided contact completely, I just wanted to get the fuck away from this person forever, but the SUV’s driver slowed down enough on the shoulder that I quickly passed them back. I think the driver may have pulled over for the same reason you pull over after a minor fender bender—to apologize or exchange information or whatever—but I had no intention of extending this episode beyond what had already happened.

While passing the truck, I looked over at the driver, probably with a major What the fucking hell?!? expression on my face. It looked like a 50-something male. I didn’t see any passengers, nor did I get a good look at the license plate, but I think the vehicle may have had Georgia tags.

After I passed the slowing truck, still cruising at 69 MPH, he got back on the road surface and remained behind me, driving about the same speed as me. Oh great, just what I need. This made me really uncomfortable. It felt like someone accidentally fired a gun at me, hitting my hair but not my head, then was stupid enough to keep pointing the gun straight at my face instead of just dropping it.

Before anyone suggests this idea… No, it wasn’t God that saved me. If God is responsible for getting me out alive, then God must also be blamed for putting me in such a horrible position. Besides, there is no god. There is only one reason I escaped without a scratch: It’s because I am an attentive driver. Most other drivers, given the same situation, would have never known what hit them.

I have plenty more to say about this event. I intend to update this entry soon, but not right away because I want to work on my Colbert stuff right now.

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Another Colbert video

I made another Stephen Colbert video today, and this one is totally freakin' hilarious. If you don't piss your pants while watching it, you must be stupid. It's a little rough in some parts, but you'll have that when you're doing the impossible.

Make sure your volume is plenty loud. Otherwise it may sound kind of muddy.



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Stephen Colbert edit

I have a completed a rough draft of my "For Your Editing Pleasure" project, featuring Stephen Colbert. If the YouTube video below does not load, watch this video instead.

DISCLAIMER: The content of this video does not necessarily represent my views, particularly the really mean sounding stuff.



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Playing stupid

It appears that there is a new generation of cop shows hitting the air waves lately. I admit I've been watching some of them.

Naturally these programs universally portray cops as the protagonists, which clearly is the truth with almost every confrontation they show. In reality, though, cops are not always the good guys. Even in these videos, the cops are not always the good guys. Some of the cops blatantly disregard so many laws, it just blows my mind. But the ex-cop narrator never says a word about the cops' unlawful actions. He just blows his wad again and again as the sadistic abusers of authority "protect" people by victimizing them.

Anybody ever heard of that United States Constitution thing? It goes a little something like this:

Amendment IV
The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

I can't tell you how many times I've seen video of cops violating this undeniable right of the American people. One example I saw recently involved a female cop who stopped a male driver for a minor traffic violation. The driver stopped the car and cooperated fully with the cop until she took his wallet from him and began looking through it.

That episode, to this point, constitutes an unlawful search and seizure, a clear violation of the Fourth Amendment to the United States Constitution. The cops have absolutely no right to take my wallet or your wallet or anyone else's wallet during a routine traffic stop.

After the cop took the driver's wallet and began violating one of the most basic rights given to EVERY HUMAN BEING who sets foot on American soil, the motorist was not very happy. So he tried to take his wallet back from her, as she had absolutely no justification to take it from him in the first place. However, believing she has every right to strip this man of his Constitutional FREEDOM, simply because she is a cop, the cop resisted, and the previously calm situation became something resembling a fight.

In the cop's mind, the situation had now become an "assault on an officer" or "resisting arrest," so she treated it as such. That is, after she provoked a peaceful man to forcibly--not violently--assert his rights, she had the balls to pretend her unlawful actions did not cause the whole episode. Of course, the cop never got in trouble for it. In fact, it appears as though the "justice" system thought of her as a hero after a subsequent illegal search of the man's vehicle netted a hefty amount of cocaine.

Oh, but the cocaine justifies everything, right?

No, it doesn't. And the fact that this kind of thing happens every day ought to scare the shit out of every American. The fact that most viewers of these cop shows don't know their Constitutional rights ought to scare the shit out of every American. The fact that our "protectors" are a bigger threat to our safety than "criminals" ought to scare the shit out of every American.

This stuff ought to scare you so shitless that you actually feel compelled to do something about it. Write a blog entry. Write to the producers of these shows. Tell your local police chief that your community will not tolerate abuse of authority. Press charges on the cop who stripped you of your rights. Just don't continue to allow this kind of behavior because it will happen to you someday if you keep playing stupid.

Pissing off cops is not illegal. Calling cops names is not illegal. Asserting your Constitutional rights to cops is not illegal. Fighting back is not illegal.

Protecting your liberty is not illegal. It is mandatory.

I don't dislike cops. I dislike bad cops.

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For your editing pleasure

I've been really bored lately, but Stephen Colbert has saved me.

Last night on The Colbert Report, Stephen made some comments about Rahm Emanuel, a pussy congressman with no sense of humor. Emanuel has advised new arrivals in congress not to appear on Colbert's "Better Know A District" series because The Colbert Report edits the interviews to make the representatives look really stupid or outrageous. It's all fucking hilarious, and I would totally get a kick out of it if they did it to me. But many congressmen are pussies who cannot deal with looking stupid for a minute, even though everyone knows these interviews are doctored and otherwise manipulated.

So Stephen put himself through the same thing. He participated in a fake, scripted interview with someone on the show's staff so people like me can take the footage and edit it into something that makes him look like a total asshole. It's already god-damn funny, but it can be edited into something ridiculously funny, and I'm going to give it a try.

I might be really good at this. Not necessarily a good editor, but good at finding the right things to edit because I tend to get really focused on things that interest me. Couple that with the perfectionist and crossword puzzle freak inside, and I might end up making a totally bad-ass video. We'll see. I'm downloading the source video right now on my dad's Mac.

I think this is a contest, but I'm not sure. Time to get to work.

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Goodbye to another friend

My little buddy Homer's heart stopped beating today at 3:14 PM EDT. He died peacefully.

Homer was very full of life until about six weeks ago, when the feline leukemia started kicking in, causing him to eat less and lose weight quickly. Even though I knew the end would come soon, I never gave up on him.

The thing that really sucks about this illness is that you can tell the cats really want to eat. When they hear you open that can of cat food, they immediately perk up and get all excited. Then, when you put a spoonful of food in their bowl, they just sniff it and look up at you like, "No, seriously. Give me something remotely edible." So you open another can of cat food and try again. Same result, so you do it again with a different flavor. But the cat still doesn't eat what you give him, so you start picking human food out of the refrigerator and pantry. Tuna, pepperoni, mozzarella, Skyline chili, hot dogs, etc. Occasionally you find something the cat will eat, but usually you can barely get the cat to eat anything.

Eventually the cat becomes nothing but skin and bone. With almost no fat or muscle remaining on the poor critter's body, he becomes very lethargic. You know the end is near, so you just shower him or her with as much love as you can.

I fucking hate this. I am so god-damn sick of losing all my little buddies like this.

Fortunately Twerk ("Tee-werk") tested negative for the disease last summer (when he had to have his leg amputated). Having tested negative, we made sure he got all the shots he needed, so he should live a long, healthy life. Regarding the amputated leg: He doesn't know the difference. He gets along just fine without it. I've noticed lately that sometimes he appears to use his right hind leg as a substitute for his missing front leg (like when he buries treasures).

Homer wasn't ready to go. He stayed around for at least a week longer than I expected. Fortunately for my sanity, he didn't seem to suffer. Even an hour before he died, after he'd become completely immobile, he would flip his tail when I said his name. That makes it a little easier for me to handle, but I still hate this.

I spent the final six hours of Homer's life right beside him, petting him and holding his paws. I hope that made it easier for him.

I love you, Homer. I'll miss you. Goodbye.

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Keeping it real

I occasionally have to remind myself that I really don't care how much traffic the Aimless web site receives. Although sometimes it may appear as if I want everyone to know about Aimless--that I want everyone to think I'm doing something fabulous--really, I don't care. I have no reason to care because Aimless is a very personal project. In fact, it all grew out of a desire to just disappear, to become invisible.

Aimless has already been a success, even though I don't have much to show for it yet. I mean, I didn't even want to be alive a year ago, but I kind of enjoy living right now. Maybe it's because I am living, instead of just pretending to be alive, like most people do. Maybe it's because I decided for myself what constitutes real living, instead of buying into "conventional wisdom," which is total bullshit.

Still, I do care how much traffic the web site receives. Not because I want people to adore me or because I want people to think I'm important. No, it's because I want to reach the right people. I want to reach people who would like to be a part of Aimless, people who want to benefit from helping me create a professional documentary instead of a glorified home movie. I want to reach people who possess the ability to recognize how much I have to offer the world around me, regardless of whether it's through filmmaking, operating a profitable pizzeria, or just being a good thinker or writer. I want to reach people who understand the economics of life and living.

If I wanted to improve my odds of impressing people in high places, I could censor myself by deleting a lot of blog entries, like the one I wrote recently about getting fucked over by National City Bank. I could stop saying 'fuck' so much. I could subscribe to the myth that Wal-Mart actually saves people money instead of stealing their money. In other words, I could sacrifice my integritah and suck up to people with whom I'd rather not associate. It's the American Way.

Yeah, well maybe that's why American life has become so fucked up for most people.

I love the United States of America. I love the American people--liberals and conservatives alike. I love the Grand Canyon and the Rocky Mountains and Death Valley and New York City. I love rattlesnakes and great hamburgers. I love crazy people and homeless people, too.

I don't love the US government. I don't love illegal wars. I don't love banks or Wal-Mart or McDonald's or Barr Laboratories. I don't love fascism.

A lot of people believe the path to happiness lies in working your way up the corporate ladder, "networking" and impressing rich and powerful people along the way, either through merit or deception. I take a lot of shit from people like that for refusing to play the game. But isn't it funny how very few of those people seem remotely happy?

I think it is. (Not necessarily funny, but ironic.)

When you're a fraud, it doesn't get you anywhere. Not in professional relationships, nor personal relationships, nor romantic relationships. And by pretending to be the person you think the higher-ups want you to be, you also lose out once you finally encounter someone who's looking to team up with the person you would have become if you had only remained true to yourself.

Being a corporate ass kisser doesn't connect you with the right people. Being a "BUM" leads you to the right people. I know because I have met some of the most awesome people on the planet by being a bum. I may not have met the right person or people yet, but I have met good, honest, incredible people. And that was all in the span of about ten days.

You know why I think Dave Chappelle is so great? Not because he's famous or because he's funny or because he'd loaded. No, I admire Dave Chappelle because he is honest with himself and his world. He walked away from $55 million because he believed deep inside that the consequences were not worth the reward. He has taken a lot of shit from fans, "friends," and critics for walking away from Chappelle's Show and disappearing to Africa (because his decisions did not conform to "conventional wisdom"), but I'm positive he did the right thing.

I don't know Dave Chappelle, nor have I ever met him, but I do see him up close on a regular basis, and I see a happy man who can hang out in his hometown every day without being mobbed. I see a man with a beautiful family and a supportive environment. I see a dude who really has his shit together and has survived the temptations that ruined and killed so many other famous actors and comedians. I see a man who does good things for this world.

I most likely will meet Dave Chappelle sooner or later because I know a lot of people who know him. And who knows, maybe Dave will end up helping me with Aimless. One thing I do know, though, is that I'll never ask Dave Chappelle for money or monetary support, nor will I expect it, even if I end up knowing him well. And I take pride in the fact that I don't have selfish intentions.

I'm going to leave this place in about four weeks, to be a bum again for a long time--months or years. Except this time I'm really going to have nothing. No emergency credit card, no ATM card, and probably not even $100. I'll almost certainly be carrying the same crappy camcorder that I had with me in 2006, and it's very unlikely that I'll have a laptop by then. So what! I'll get by. I'll reduce myself to nothing and I'll get by. And I'll be much happier than I am right now, despite the pain, fatigue, hunger, and general discomfort I'll experience almost constantly.

I can't wait to get on the road again.

Thank you Brad Perkins and Luke Swilor for digging Aimless. Thanks also for posting stuff about Aimless on the drum corps forums, Brad. I really appreciate it, and someday I intend to show my appreciation instead of just saying I appreciate it.

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The Daily Show

I want to be on the Daily Show. Not next week, not next month, but eventually. Perhaps whenever I Aimless my way to the New York City area. That would be cool, and I happen to believe I'm doing something worthy of earning me a few minutes of hanging out on TV with 'the man' Jon Stewart, as will become more evident in time.

Hell, I could even make an appearance "in character." I'd just take my dad's cheapo-ish camcorder onstage with me and tape the whole thing. That is, unless someone out there who fancies himself or herself a wise investor starts realizing that they could cash in by providing me some better equipment. Then I could take a nice prosumer camcorder on the show with me.

Now who's done that before?

I don't mean "Who has appeared on the Daily Show before in character?" because I can answer that one myself. What I mean is: Who has appeared on the Daily Show, creating their own independent video entertainment project at the same time as being the guest of the day's Daily Show? It's entertainment within entertainment. It's exponential! It's even better than having Chris Dodd on the show.

Jeez, they ought to be looking for people like me to invite onto the show occasionally anyway, instead of inviting a bunch of people whose only reasons for appearing are to complete the talk show circuit, to promote their big-budget films and books for big-business studios, publishers, and PR firms (and other shit like that).

So Jon Stewart, Google your name soon and follow the link to this blog entry.

Wait a minute, I probably ought to include some more words if I can expect this post to ever turn up near the top of a "Jon Stewart" search.

OK, I'll mention Stephen Colbert, too. Stephen Colbert: If you want to beat your mentor to it, I'm sure you could probably get me to appear on your show. Just talk to my people. (I am my people.)

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