The other night I slept on a mountain after eating edibles and the whole time I thought I was going to get ate by cougars and wolves. That’s real stress right there.
Today marks 2 weeks of this road trip I’ve been on. 9 states, 4,600 miles, one speeding ticket, one run in with border patrol, almost robbed in Texas, nearly slid off the edge of a mountain, and met some great people along the way. Quit your job, leave everything and explore.
My life seems to be a series of bad decisions that I have to fix or work with the next day. Some reason I enjoy it. I guess it gives me something to do.
Bro you know in your heart it’s the right thing, the belt was never yours in the first place. You did a good job, you make a great babysitter. Daddy’s home now