His homeless dad called around 8 pm, called him on the phone he left at the gas station, called from way up on the mountain,mid evening.
I bet it was beautiful…
“I’m looking at a herd of 20 deer this very moment”
There were things he said that struck jealousy, legit, deep down jealousy.
“This guy is completely removed from the system, he lives in a wig-wam and he’s completely free.”
Valid points, valid observations.
The man abandoned his family, he cut all ties after a nasty divorce, he never met his grandchildren, he just took the dog.
Took the goddamn dog and put a backpack together, said he went to the Florida Keys first, said he sat at the ocean and soaked up the heat, felt the mosquitoes and he turned to the dog.
” you wanna get the fuck outta here?”
I guess the dog agreed, and North he traveled.
The man stopped at several small towns along the way, always asking the same cheesedick question.
“Is this Mayberry?”
A cute way of saying, is this the little small town I want?
(Mayberry is actually Mt Airey)
The story is convoluted and I’m being intentionally vague with it.
There’s a romantic side, sure.
If I look around, and if I feel things I can’t explain, and if I look at buildings and billboards and traffic ,and if I truly wish in my heart,, fuck man,, wish it would all burn down.
Then there’s a guy like this…
Sounds great, until a week later,
He calls his son with motor mouth, almost grinding the words out of his face.
He came with some bullshit story about a schizo coming to his campsite and waking him up, switchblade in the hand.
“Asked for a hundred dollars”
This guy’s dad starts pleading with him over the phone, starts begging for a hundred bucks.
“I’m not giving you any money. It’s hard for me, but I just can’t”
Wilderness dad hung up the phone.
He left a voice mail the next day, stupid early in the morning.
“I’m letting you guys go, you, your brother, my grandkids, I wanted to call and say it was good to see you, and when I hang up this phone, I’m going to throw it in the trash”
Eesh..
Feel ya dude.
Fucked up approach, fucked up thing to do, but I get it.
Some do not stop running.
Like he could not be far enough removed, not enough miles, not enough sleeping under the stars, not even fucking distance.
Just can’t get far enough away from you mother fuckers…
Yo,,,,
I get it.
I also don’t think it’s the end of the story, I think it’s just what happened now.
I hope they work it out, before death.
If that guy is on the mountain in a meth hell, eesh, I hope he pulls out of it.
I hope he can stand to be with his sons one day.
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Thinking.
Thinking is the most incredible thing a human is capable of, followed closely by doing.
Triumph and peril, pouring out of the same skull.
Fascinating.
You are only ruined if you let yourself be ruined .
dawn 