camping
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IX.
I felt like I was an Extreme expert in scooter driving at this point in my life. The priority I had, and was very dedicated to was figuring out a way to charge my Ipod while on the bike. I did all the regular maintenance by heart, the drive belt, the fluids, the whole thing.…
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II.
Highway 36 was pretty fucking awesome. It was full of potholes in some areas, perfectly paved in others. There didn’t seem to be anyone around. There was more wildlife than people. Big game birds, rabbits, even some kind of Large non-house cat all made a showing. The fields surrounding the highway were not as inviting…
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III.
I woke up at an incredibly late afternoon. I went to sleep so early I ended up waking up shortly after darkness was falling. I didn’t know what to do, I felt so energized and well rested, but the campground was quiet and comfortable. I drank the energy drink I had bought at the gas…
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V. The Summer
(Content warning: Self harm, Depression, Suicide) (Author’s note: This chapter, despite being at the beginning, Is the hardest to write. Some of the feelings I had here, I still have, but not to the extent I did when these events took place. Writing about these things are hard, and telling you about them is important…
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VI.
(content warning: depression, suicide, self medicating) I awoke at the crack of ass. I lie underneath the fiberglass fish for an extra half hour after my eyes were open, wondering what the fuck this thing was all about. There was evidently a body of water nearby, a small flowing stream, and a kiosk telling me…
See America Right 