Living in a bottle

  Today I'm in a nice little coffee shop in Philadelphia, called the Spruce street espresso. After a slightly wild week, I'v decided to give myself a day of rest. Last Friday night I was in Chicago, where I got drunk at a bar and somehow made it across town on my own to my host's home in the freezing cold. The reason I find this impressive, is because, earlier that day, I got lost in that same area, when I was sober. And yet, I somehow made two bus transfers and walked eight blocks back. The next night was spent on a train to Washington DC. In DC I saw three smithsonian museums, and most of the monuments in one day. 

   My travels are lacking in purpose and adventure. I'm sick of being an irresponsible young man, that runs around getting drunk in random cities. I was hoping that this trip to the east coast, would be an opportunity for me to reflect, and plan a life cores that would encompass the characteristics and ideals, that I so desperately want and need. My life is an empty sheet of paper, ready for me to write what ever story I want. And this is not it. I want to feed hungry children in Ethiopia, play soccer with orphans in Nicaragua, and help stop sexual slavery in the U.S.A. I want to be faced with life and death situations. I want to someday be that old man in a coffee shop, that talks to confused young men (such as myself), and helps to reshape there life believes. Maybe I need to temporarily remove myself from the temptation of partying every night. Maybe I'm living like this because I'm hiding, or perhaps even running away from the responsibility that I'v placed on my self, to be the most adventurous and selfless person I can be. 

  In any case. I'll be in New York city tomorrow night, where I will most likely get drunk and forget about all this until the next time I reflect on my life and feel guilty.

And here I am

After four days on the road, I'v finely made it to the SF Bay area. On this short hitch hiking trip, I met two drug dealers, a very wealthy man, a perverted man, a crazy man, and a pagan. I'v been yelled at and had bottles thrown at me. I was almost arrested and I had to sneak out of someone's car. I'v listened to individuals, pour their hearts out to me. And I'v seen their loneliness. I think it's because I'm a stranger, that they think it's safe to tell me anything. It was kinda weird, but at the same time, cool.

But I'v made it. And I already found work for this week. My plan is to make some money, get some rest, and then hit the road again.

Where is this going?

Life is a voyage that's homeward bound.

-Herman Melville (1819-1891)

  

  So I'm in a bar in Bandon Oregon. I'm broke, witch means that I'v had to  resort to drinking P.B.R(Papst Blue Ribbon) I don't know anyone in here and I'm beginning to wonder why I put myself in this place.  A few days ago, I decided that I wanted to hitch down the coast to San Francisco. I don't know where I'm going after that, and I don't know how I'm going to make any money when I get there. I'm down to fifty bucks. In fact, I don't even know where I will sleep tonight. I don't know if I'm being foolish and I should just go home and settle down. I just don't know what I want to do with my life right now. 

In any case, this is my travel blog. It wont be pretty(as far as spelling and grammar go). But this is it. 

I guess I should start with a brief recap of the last four months. In June, i went up to AK and worked on a gill net site. After that I just hitch hiked all over the Kenai peninsula with my friend Michael. Then I made my way back to Washington and crashed on a friends couch for a few weeks. After that I went up to Vancouver B.C., Where I met Tracey and her fiends. The highlight of that, was getting drunk and riding bikes all over down town Vancouver, twice! From there I went down to Portland OR and hung out with Amanda, Kalen, John, Rachael, and Andrew. We went to a crazy dance club and I danced with a lot of interesting people. (I totally Danced with a tranny). Then I went to Astoria and stayed with Andrew for four nights. From there I started hitching down the 101 with the intention of getting to San Francisco. But I'm not there yet. So far I'v been picked up by loggers, fishermen, Surfers and a very crazy man(I had to sneak out of his car while he was in a church asking for money).

And so, I guess that puts me here, in a bar rethinking everything, but way too broke to turn back now.

I'll keep updating this as thing develops.