Walking Away From This Shithole

My time is running out.

As I mentioned, I am fed up. I am leaving. But I never said where I’m going. I don’t intend on telling anyone.  But it would be nice to know myself before I set adrift.

Maybe I’ll go to Carlsbad. Or I might make good bear food at Yellowstone.  No, neither of those sound fun. Wherever I wind up, my feet will be tired when I get there.

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