MoneyJesus
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My name is Josh. I'm from Savannah, GA. I play music and smoke cigarettes and draw and write poems and travel and stuff. I don't like to classify myself or anyone else, I'm a dirty kid as far as my clothes and stains go but I'm not really into being schwilly, starting fights or talking about how many trains I've ridden or time I spent on the road, although I don't hate the ones that do find such things important. I like travelling because I like to overcome challenges, meet the most honest people I can meet, make great stories and share them, and because I haven't encountered a sound as beautiful as click-click-clic-cli-BOOM-cli-clic-click of the first train I panicked on when it started moving, and I've never seen more colors than the ones I saw that one sunset over the plains of Wisconsin when my road dog decided to leave me in my sleep. I've never felt more grateful to see a face than after running out of water and walking all day and having someone pull over right as I've given up. I've never had a more beautiful life than the one I've allowed myself to live.
I don't know. I've been stuck back in my hometown for awhile now after accidentally making a band and meeting a girl and getting her claws stuck in me for a few months; but I'm heading back on the road this 30th to finally see what the waters of the Pacific are like and to try some of that nice coffee water they're splashing around in Seattle and Portland. I haven't used a forum in a long time but I like the idea of having an armada of similar thinking people in my pocket to talk to if I find myself bored on the road.
I'm honestly kind of nervous of getting back out. I've definitely grown softer in the past few months I've been here. But it feels good to worry about something again, you know? I've been so fucking stagnant being back here and being taken care of these past few months and it's depressing. I know that first night I get out of here again and find my home in some bush or jungle or where ever all these things I've been worrying about are going to melt away and it's just going to be me and my guitar vs. the world again and some beautiful things are going to happen.
If any of you are going to be anywhere on the path from Savannah to San Fran and want to meet up sometime or hit the road together let me know. I'm kind of just killing time until I get out of here again so hopefully I spend some of that getting better acquainted with you all.
I hope that it's nice to meet all of you.
What are your favorite colors?
I don't know. I've been stuck back in my hometown for awhile now after accidentally making a band and meeting a girl and getting her claws stuck in me for a few months; but I'm heading back on the road this 30th to finally see what the waters of the Pacific are like and to try some of that nice coffee water they're splashing around in Seattle and Portland. I haven't used a forum in a long time but I like the idea of having an armada of similar thinking people in my pocket to talk to if I find myself bored on the road.
I'm honestly kind of nervous of getting back out. I've definitely grown softer in the past few months I've been here. But it feels good to worry about something again, you know? I've been so fucking stagnant being back here and being taken care of these past few months and it's depressing. I know that first night I get out of here again and find my home in some bush or jungle or where ever all these things I've been worrying about are going to melt away and it's just going to be me and my guitar vs. the world again and some beautiful things are going to happen.
If any of you are going to be anywhere on the path from Savannah to San Fran and want to meet up sometime or hit the road together let me know. I'm kind of just killing time until I get out of here again so hopefully I spend some of that getting better acquainted with you all.
I hope that it's nice to meet all of you.
What are your favorite colors?
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