Coughing Prophet
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So, we've all seen this one before. A kid at the age of nineteen, aspiring to never work an hour in his life, never spend a penny on anything, and live in rent-free establishments. Stuck in the frozen north, where this lifestyle would surely kill those unprepared and with a lack of knowledge on what to do.
Ironically, I am that kid with the unpreparedness and lack of knowledge on what to do. I had always stared at the starry sky with dreamy eyes, thinking about a land where a person didn't need to buy from corporations. A land where food materialized in the palm of someone's hand when they wished for it. A magical place where the slavery society was torn asunder and revoked completely.
And so here I am. Given a book called "Evasion" by a man with a backpack, living the romantic life. He told me to pass it on, but damn it is just so hard to let it go from my clutches as the road winds ahead. Squatting a small lot with three abandoned buildings but ravaged by walls caked with black mold. Shoplifting my meals from the local Safeway. Digging through dumpsters for necessities.
I guess my reason for being here could be summed up into, "Teach me everything you know." After finding a way to escape Alaska's harsh winters without proper ID or a birth certificate, I don't ever plan on looking back to what so many people live day after day.
Ironically, I am that kid with the unpreparedness and lack of knowledge on what to do. I had always stared at the starry sky with dreamy eyes, thinking about a land where a person didn't need to buy from corporations. A land where food materialized in the palm of someone's hand when they wished for it. A magical place where the slavery society was torn asunder and revoked completely.
And so here I am. Given a book called "Evasion" by a man with a backpack, living the romantic life. He told me to pass it on, but damn it is just so hard to let it go from my clutches as the road winds ahead. Squatting a small lot with three abandoned buildings but ravaged by walls caked with black mold. Shoplifting my meals from the local Safeway. Digging through dumpsters for necessities.
I guess my reason for being here could be summed up into, "Teach me everything you know." After finding a way to escape Alaska's harsh winters without proper ID or a birth certificate, I don't ever plan on looking back to what so many people live day after day.