quit my job. running away in my van in one months time.
i am working on getting all my shit together now. luckily i don’t have that many possessions to sell off.
the perk of being a failure with no ties is that its pretty easy to get up and go.
after years of gypsy dreams, i finally have the funds to go through with it.
i went to visit new orleans this spring to scout it out.
its one of the few places i can afford to buy a house (also detroit, baltimore) with plywood windows and no plumbing of course. i was not won over, and i should have based it all on my distaste for chicory coffee. i love the way the city does southern vice, i liked the filth and architecture, but, i did not like the politeness. its too invasive, i need more privacy walking down the street. it was also pretty cheesy and would seem like a lateral move. i guess i expected vampires, mystery and packs of wild dogs, instead of just a fuckload of used up drunks.
planning on going to the PNW, and possibly canada now.
Solace in color 