Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

 And then I will write an entry about my trip so far. I have to get in the mind set of his writing style because when I have his voice in my head I feel I can write so much better. We will see what happens tomorrow! :)

I am not using this blog, but I am keeping a required journal. So if anyone is interested to read my journey so far go to: Turkish Adventure

:), enjoy

I was sentenced to solitary confinement, 8 hours, desserted with no one in site but mindless drones. This crazy acid frenzy seemed to last forever and with nothing to pull me back to reality there was no hope falling my way. At the 3rd hour I stopped to get gas, nothing else for fear they might realize I'm an outcast. I must talk their talk and walk their walk. Who knows what these savages might do to me. As I pull up I notice a country house across the street with that typical Cracker Barrel cold death feel to it. You know the one. The rocking chairs set up 10 across, an 80 year old designated to each one like its their tomb. I knew what I might be in for so I attack it like the Vietnam War. In then out. Not much left to it suffice it to say that I stood my ground and made it out alive.

The next stops aren't important and were quite brief. The trip seemed to fly by after that first stop. As if I knew what was behind me and I wasn't to look back. Not even for a second. My destination lay in unknown lands and without direction I would never make it. After a few phone calls to the general I realized even in his stable foundation he was more lost than I. A lost cause. All I had left was my instinct. The signs indicated I was near. Lucky me. This next exit should be it. What do you know, I pull up to the Westville Pub with slight direction from my Comrade. He always has been the more sensible one.

You can imagine that after the length of solitude I endured, social interaction is out of the question and as ackward as your dad wearing a dress on Mother's Day. So you can understand my predicament. I was in over my head in flowery business. Staying strong is a must. I stare at my food he orders for me and eat it like an ethiopian's last meal. Don't even stop for a napkin. Life is sweet by the end. I had found my piece of mind and taken a huge bite.

That was day one of my trip.

My bags are packed and I'm ready to go, I'm standing here outside your door and I hate to wake you up to say goodbye...

I leave tomorrow morning (8AM) to head to Asheville, NC. I am wayyy excited! I am going by myself on an extensive trip to New York with many stops inbetween. Who knows what this will entail for me...I am way scared and nervous. I won't let it show though. I must be strong because I know I will have an amazing time. I will keep a day by day travel log on here if anyone is interested, at least I will do the best I can. I don't know how much free internet I will encounter.

Take care everyone. I will be taking mad picture too, so I will get those up as soon as my trip is over.


Life isn't about the result it is about the JOURNEY

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