Trip coming close to close
This leg of the trip—the last leg—is really just for the novel idea of making the trip a complete loop. Waste of money? Probably. But who cares, we’re still having fun and there’s nothing wrong with that. I have not the words nor patience to sit and update like I should so I’m going to drop a little ‘things we did list’ and some pictures, sound OK to you? Well too bad cause that’s what you’re getting.
Savannah. Nostalgia hit me like a sack of doorknobs. It was home for me for years and while I was there I really fell in love with the place. It was uplifting to see familiar sights but depressing to see all the familiar faces missing. In a small city like that, with a small school you recognize just about everyone, even if you don’t know them. Anyway it brought me down, even while the wonderful beauty of the city picked me up.
pulaski square, my favorite of the 23
Charleston. The only place left on the trip that I’d never visited. It was a great place. I’d always heard so much about it and the city is often compared to Savannah. In the end I think Savannah wins the long standing which is better debate. Charleston, despite is preserved history was just to ritzy, to nice to match Savannah’s down home feel. Great place though.
hand woven baskets in the market. The craft was brought over from serra leon with slaves
Charlotte. Brian’s cousin Chris lives there so we stopped for a night. He works at a radio station and through work got tickets to that nights basketball game, the Bobcats vs. the defending champion Spurs. It was a blast. The seats were terrific, right behind the basket just a few rows up, and the game was a good one. I’m not a big basketball fan but seeing the Spurs, a team I’ve seen on T.V a million playoff times, up close was pretty awesome. The guys are so huge and so famous and we were right there on top of them. Plus the Bobcats have rookies Sean May and Felton from North Carolina and the whole league is watching those two’s careers so it was cool to see them in their rookie season. The arena was just a few days old and it has all sorts of new high tech stuff, including the leagues largest scoreboard and we made it our goal to get on the fucker by the end of the game. With the game clock expiring our dreams were almost dashed but then, Brian made his fifty-foot debut and in a miraculous moment of camera snapping action I got the proof. After the game Chris was playing a cover song type gig at a bar so we hopped over to watch him sing, play acoustic guitar and make women melt. At some point in the night I just felt down and empty and took off into the city on my own. I pulled out my phone to chat with someone who really cared for me and about me, someone who can tolerate that sort of conversation, the me, me, me, I feel so…whatever talk. I looked through my phone and couldn’t call a soul, it was too late or too distant or the person just wouldn’t care. The phone book finally got to Z (well I don’t have a Z so it was actually W for Will) and I realized with despair that in this whole big world not one person out there was thinking of me. At that moment, alone, I could have been anywhere in this fucking world and it wouldn’t have a changed a thing. It was an empty feeling. I need a someone. I need a place. I needed to sleep. I lay down right there in some park, somewhere in some pile of leaves and starred up at millions of just like me lonely stars and the trees above me rustled in the warm breeze and with tears in my eyes I drifted to sleep. I woke up a few minutes later, I mean I’m not crazy or anything like that, and walked back to the house to fall asleep for real, but didn’t feel anymore real or important or for that mater better.
Harrisonburg, VA. James Madison University, home to thousands of nubile hot chicks. It’s a freaking hot chick factory. I don’t know if they come to school like but they sure as hell get hot while here. Richard, one of the coolest, travelest dudes I’ve ever met was there and it was great to him. He’s a partyer and a go getter. If he thinks he I want to go do something and he just does it. JMU was a great time we partied a lot and Richard took us out to the country to some wonderful nature. That the thing about Richard he makes the most of anything and does all there is to do. At times when me and Brian weren’t doing much and wasting time I wished for Rich to be on the trip with us. But we saw Virginia’s beauty and leaves on trees that looked and dance like fire and talked about world travel. Seeing a college is great but being there it made me feel glad that I’m gone, that world is so boring, so plain and it so far from reality. Knowing my ex-girlfriend had been at JMU in grad school made me smile, knowing she’s been in this stagnent never changing envioronment where people can’t really grow while I’ve seen and done so much. Well, yeah, it made me feel pretty good.
Richmond. Visiting Ryan O’Bar, my next door neighbor since I was 5. Great to see him. Brian and I went to a Pietasters concert that was amazing. Such a great show. Such a fun time. The next day Ryan took us to this 100 acre place called Maymont. It was some rich guys dream land and now a free public park. It was a gorgeous day and in the park we felt damn near invincible and wonderful. We walked through the thing stopping in the gardens and we climbed a tree and sat at the top watching families play and leaves fall while we swayed back in for in the clutches of branches. Richmond is a beautiful place, the architecture is magnificent and it is surrounded by beauty, rivers, the Bay and to it’s not so distant east and west, mountains and the Atlantic. If I end up staying in the states Richmond would be on the short list of places to live, yep, I like it that much.
8 days left in the trip.
Savannah. Nostalgia hit me like a sack of doorknobs. It was home for me for years and while I was there I really fell in love with the place. It was uplifting to see familiar sights but depressing to see all the familiar faces missing. In a small city like that, with a small school you recognize just about everyone, even if you don’t know them. Anyway it brought me down, even while the wonderful beauty of the city picked me up.
pulaski square, my favorite of the 23Charleston. The only place left on the trip that I’d never visited. It was a great place. I’d always heard so much about it and the city is often compared to Savannah. In the end I think Savannah wins the long standing which is better debate. Charleston, despite is preserved history was just to ritzy, to nice to match Savannah’s down home feel. Great place though.
hand woven baskets in the market. The craft was brought over from serra leon with slavesCharlotte. Brian’s cousin Chris lives there so we stopped for a night. He works at a radio station and through work got tickets to that nights basketball game, the Bobcats vs. the defending champion Spurs. It was a blast. The seats were terrific, right behind the basket just a few rows up, and the game was a good one. I’m not a big basketball fan but seeing the Spurs, a team I’ve seen on T.V a million playoff times, up close was pretty awesome. The guys are so huge and so famous and we were right there on top of them. Plus the Bobcats have rookies Sean May and Felton from North Carolina and the whole league is watching those two’s careers so it was cool to see them in their rookie season. The arena was just a few days old and it has all sorts of new high tech stuff, including the leagues largest scoreboard and we made it our goal to get on the fucker by the end of the game. With the game clock expiring our dreams were almost dashed but then, Brian made his fifty-foot debut and in a miraculous moment of camera snapping action I got the proof. After the game Chris was playing a cover song type gig at a bar so we hopped over to watch him sing, play acoustic guitar and make women melt. At some point in the night I just felt down and empty and took off into the city on my own. I pulled out my phone to chat with someone who really cared for me and about me, someone who can tolerate that sort of conversation, the me, me, me, I feel so…whatever talk. I looked through my phone and couldn’t call a soul, it was too late or too distant or the person just wouldn’t care. The phone book finally got to Z (well I don’t have a Z so it was actually W for Will) and I realized with despair that in this whole big world not one person out there was thinking of me. At that moment, alone, I could have been anywhere in this fucking world and it wouldn’t have a changed a thing. It was an empty feeling. I need a someone. I need a place. I needed to sleep. I lay down right there in some park, somewhere in some pile of leaves and starred up at millions of just like me lonely stars and the trees above me rustled in the warm breeze and with tears in my eyes I drifted to sleep. I woke up a few minutes later, I mean I’m not crazy or anything like that, and walked back to the house to fall asleep for real, but didn’t feel anymore real or important or for that mater better.
Harrisonburg, VA. James Madison University, home to thousands of nubile hot chicks. It’s a freaking hot chick factory. I don’t know if they come to school like but they sure as hell get hot while here. Richard, one of the coolest, travelest dudes I’ve ever met was there and it was great to him. He’s a partyer and a go getter. If he thinks he I want to go do something and he just does it. JMU was a great time we partied a lot and Richard took us out to the country to some wonderful nature. That the thing about Richard he makes the most of anything and does all there is to do. At times when me and Brian weren’t doing much and wasting time I wished for Rich to be on the trip with us. But we saw Virginia’s beauty and leaves on trees that looked and dance like fire and talked about world travel. Seeing a college is great but being there it made me feel glad that I’m gone, that world is so boring, so plain and it so far from reality. Knowing my ex-girlfriend had been at JMU in grad school made me smile, knowing she’s been in this stagnent never changing envioronment where people can’t really grow while I’ve seen and done so much. Well, yeah, it made me feel pretty good.
Richmond. Visiting Ryan O’Bar, my next door neighbor since I was 5. Great to see him. Brian and I went to a Pietasters concert that was amazing. Such a great show. Such a fun time. The next day Ryan took us to this 100 acre place called Maymont. It was some rich guys dream land and now a free public park. It was a gorgeous day and in the park we felt damn near invincible and wonderful. We walked through the thing stopping in the gardens and we climbed a tree and sat at the top watching families play and leaves fall while we swayed back in for in the clutches of branches. Richmond is a beautiful place, the architecture is magnificent and it is surrounded by beauty, rivers, the Bay and to it’s not so distant east and west, mountains and the Atlantic. If I end up staying in the states Richmond would be on the short list of places to live, yep, I like it that much.
8 days left in the trip.
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