stories

Does anyone have any stories about what it's like in the industrial sites of Gary, Indiana? I've only ever read about how those areas are somewhat deserted, so I'm woefully at a loss for any information. I'd owe some serious favors to anyone that could provide me with information on what it's...

So I figure y'all can just share something that happened to you involving those cunts that hide behind badges (cops). This is what inspired me to create this thread: After leaving the venue where I was attending an NHL game between the Blackhawks and Flames I was on the train and this Hispanic...

I’m compiling the stories and photographs of modern vagabonds for my zine “Road to Anywhere” which I hope to have published and available for purchase by Christmas. I’m looking for creative/interesting stories about traveling by hitchhiking, rideshare, freighthopping, whatever. Your story can...

Today I was at the local school to read stories to kids and to my surprise, they came with a book about a funny paleo child that used to paint animals in caves and everytime he did that, bisons, deers, all kind of birds, mammuth etc... would gather around him. Unfortunately though, people from...

I can't seem to find anything on the forum concerning deep discussions about traveling with children in tow.... either its a taboo subject no one wants to discuss, or no one does it. personally, i think its a great topic because my next trip could include my daughter. whether it be on foot...

Travelogue post #2 The unofficial "mayor" of Ferndale, WA is a man by the name of Arthur. Art picked me up out of Salmon Creek, Washington in a white VW bus. To me, it kind of looked like a Marshmallow with wheels. To me, it was 7+ hours of straight conversation. Art had a wonderful story...

Travelogue post #3 1) I rode up in the back of a white rusted pickup with these two nice guys from Vancouver, WA @ the Jantzen Beach mall. Riding in the back is insane--some people say they can't ride backwards on a train? My god! It was my first ride on this trip, and very much like a...

Travelogue #4 1) Poor Amy of Bellingham. The girl broke my heart when she invited me up for coffee to her third floor apartment at 9am. She could have been suffering from mental illness or, more temporarily, mental anguish. I side with the latter. Drink hot black coffee and sitting in...

Travelogue #6 Playing music in Tacoma, a cop came up to my seated figure in the vestibule of a bookshop. The officer gave me an incredulous look--you're really playing music... HERE?! I noticed that he eyed the bookshop, moved within my 3-foot bubble (stabbing distance). I broke the ice--...

Travelogue #7 Tacoma's Druggies Tacoma was an empty place. The main drag on Pacific Avenue was virtually empty until the art school let out, spilling kids on the sidewalk Yahtzee-style. But, besides them and smiling tourists visiting the glass museum, nothing. By the transit center, men...

Travelogue #8 Stuck in Portland until VooDoo Doughnuts The concept of sticking to one's word--something I'm adamant about--is now manifesting itself in my life's outcome. For instance, I asked my friend Ines and her boyfriend Richard what doughnuts they must have at VooDoo Doughnuts...

Travelogue #9 #9 #9 #9 #9 #9 #etc. Wild Bill and the Japanese Phenomenon Eugene, Oregon, without college students, is desolate. With a few dollars procured from a random guy who asked me about a stabbing, then thrusting $10 in my face, I sought out some place to relax from the constant...

Travelogue #11 Greg's Gift The ride with Greg was unusual. First, he was playing medieval music which skipped on an old 10-second delay CD player. Second, our conversation went along in a way that's similar to Good Morning America when two correspondents have a brief tape delay by location...

Travelogue #12 $3 for Carrying Groceries Normally, one would suspect that street derelicts are out to swindle people. And you'd be correct but neglectful to notice that sometimes they rip themselves off. After meeting this wannabee musician/junkie who ripped off old men in the Castro as a...

Travelogue #13 $8 of Eastern-European Venture Capitalists in The Castro "You're very good," said the two eastern-europeans. I performed a bunch of Beatles songs for them (by request), and they in return taught me some Russian songs--one about and by a 40 year-old man who leaves his wife in...

Travelogue #14 (I'll do my best to get this shit written about when I get... somewhere) Delaware Police "What the fuck are you doing? Why the fuck are you on the highway?" said a violent-looking once-removed-from-immigration police officer. His crew cut was as trim and cropped as his speech...

Travelogue #15 Logan in the Morning In the backseat of a car, at 7am, I began my career as a teacher. The student was Logan, a young boy with a construction paper crown-hat, green-crayon'd leaves attached with Elmer's Glue. After answering jovial questions from the mother (driver) and...

Travelogue #15b Its For Your Wellness and Being Stupid hippies. Stupid me. From inside her van, a girl named Melissa assembled something for me to eat in the morning, outside of downtown Flagstaff, AZ. We--her husband, a streetbum drunk, and myself--had just pushed their van onto a curb in...

Travelogue #16-ish Email of NYC Debauchery Let's see... I just got back from NYC, living up in Washington Heights with my good friend Grundy.. He lives with Carole "I felt the earth move under my feet" King's grandson. For NY, it was relatively serene. I went to my cousin's wedding...

A cyclone of a tweaker caught in the wind of mental decay... (Quick travelogue #22) Okay, I admit it: I was looking to buy some marijuana on Market Street, near the Tenderloin in San Francisco. Its been said that when one goes looking for a drug instead of serendipitously being handed said...