FluxMan
Member
Hey there everyone!
I guess I should start by saying I have been on STP in the past, only a few posts under a different name I've now forgotten, but was probably pretty similar.
Below's what has been happening since then, skip it if you want.
I feel like its dishonest to not, I just hate talking about myself this way. Guess there's parts I still feel some shame about. oh well.
About 2 years ago I was in a pretty bad spot, mentally, now thinking about it.
Broke things off with the girl I'd known since, hell, middle school, then a few days later I left my job I'd had since I was 16,
the job that my late father hired me at, for what I thought was a better opportunity.
Turned out the company I was just hired by was pretty quickly failing and really had no time to train someone let alone afford the inevitable few mistakes of said training.
So after 89 days, one less than my probationary period I had no job, felt defeated as hell, had just moved back with family and was watching Stobe videos all day, which led me to find and start lurking around here. I knew there was a more fulfilling way to live, and saw what some of you, and of course the train hoppers on YouTube were doing and just had an awe-filled respect, not that I would've considered it for myself at the time.
I'd never deny enjoying a nice L, or the occasional rip off a bong or someone's vape, but that's the extent of it.
Due to lack of trust and inferring instead of verifying, I was confronted one night and told I was a drug addict and to leave within three hours.
Fair enough, I mean we're family but I hadn't paid rent in a month.
Whatever. Not one to start bad blood with, well, blood I said fuck it, packed two bags and left.
Haven't spoken to them since, so at least the blood is only stagnant.
Hopped in my broken-ass car and drove about a gallon of gas worth North, to where I've been living in it thru to now.
Just close enough to the tracks to hear the trains but still far enough from the air horns to sleep.
The original plan was to find a job for a few months, sell the compact sedan and find something cheap better suited for nomadic living.
Well, New England winter claimed my radiator and water pump,
and my attempt to commute to a summer job on back roads without fixing it cooked the top end.
I didn't come back after the 4th day frying chicken in a kitchen that was hotter than the grease, but the damage was definitely done.
If it at all surpasses normal running temp the valvetrain sounds like a sewing machine.
Until I fix or sell it,I'm not leaving the few towns around here I know are safe to be in, in the condition it's in.
So, selling things I remembered to take from when I had money and spent it on stupid shit, or shit I found on the side of the road or dove for and fixed has gotten me this far,
spending 5-10 bucks a week on food and gas, and the occasional quart of oil for my nonexistent piston rings, but the list of things I own to sell is now beginning to dwindle..
I also go to Dunkin Donuts when a person I know is working and get the day old stuff without going thru the dumpster sometimes, when I can make it there in time.
Worked a few other odd jobs for a day or two at a time, but there doesn't seem to be very much of that kinda work where I'm at.
The cops are cool af here, as long as you don't get the statie driving through after his shift.
The town cops have told me good places to sleep etc., never even ran my plate or asked my name. Just asked if I owned the car.
Even said he'd drive thru again before his shift was over to make sure I was alright. I don't make trouble, at least publicly so that was fine.
Anyway, the reason I'm saying all this and putting it here is I'm finally feeling better about the world, and less good about how complacent I've become just keeping myself ticking, waiting for I don't even know what. I'm all done spending my days playing old computer games until my laptop dies and I have to buy a soda to sit and charge it.
Or sitting there listening to music while my engine cools, just to kill my weak-ass battery and have to flag someone down for a jump.
Or sitting around Mcdonalds all day to sell some old phone or something for less than it's worth, just to get stood up and not be able to buy a gallon of gas to leave.
In the past couple years however, I've learned much about myself. Or very little, however you look at it.
I don't want a job that takes two weeks to hire me and I have to have an account for direct deposit,
and I don't want a place to live that isn't on wheels or can't be packed up.
As soon as it's viable again, I plan to hit the road with no destination in mind.
Right now, I'm looking into finding an ebay "lot" or similar of broken electronics and fixing what I can sell to fund some vehicle repairs, and a place to sleep while I find something new. I've made contact with a guy on LetGo that works with his church to buy used laptops for Haitian schools.
So if he's not in Haiti and I have a supply of broken computers, I have cash. Now just some dead computers and I'll be golden.
While I've never been a super strong person, I don't have anything against manual labor paying the bills,
but due to some undiagnosed however very real and sometimes debilitating back issues I'd rather not "get in shape" on a job site,
otherwise I would be all over the classifieds for construction work in the area, of which there is currently a lot.
So that's me. Looking for a way to GTFO of the Northeast with preferably a vehicle before my birthday, which is basically Halloween.
Thanks for taking the time to read, I'm down for any criticism you've got, suggestions, questions, just want to chat whatever.
I know the life I've been living isn't optimal, especially as far as being able to maintain it and besides, I'll talk with anyone about anything.
See y'all around,
-J
I guess I should start by saying I have been on STP in the past, only a few posts under a different name I've now forgotten, but was probably pretty similar.
Below's what has been happening since then, skip it if you want.
I feel like its dishonest to not, I just hate talking about myself this way. Guess there's parts I still feel some shame about. oh well.
About 2 years ago I was in a pretty bad spot, mentally, now thinking about it.
Broke things off with the girl I'd known since, hell, middle school, then a few days later I left my job I'd had since I was 16,
the job that my late father hired me at, for what I thought was a better opportunity.
Turned out the company I was just hired by was pretty quickly failing and really had no time to train someone let alone afford the inevitable few mistakes of said training.
So after 89 days, one less than my probationary period I had no job, felt defeated as hell, had just moved back with family and was watching Stobe videos all day, which led me to find and start lurking around here. I knew there was a more fulfilling way to live, and saw what some of you, and of course the train hoppers on YouTube were doing and just had an awe-filled respect, not that I would've considered it for myself at the time.
I'd never deny enjoying a nice L, or the occasional rip off a bong or someone's vape, but that's the extent of it.
Due to lack of trust and inferring instead of verifying, I was confronted one night and told I was a drug addict and to leave within three hours.
Fair enough, I mean we're family but I hadn't paid rent in a month.
Whatever. Not one to start bad blood with, well, blood I said fuck it, packed two bags and left.
Haven't spoken to them since, so at least the blood is only stagnant.
Hopped in my broken-ass car and drove about a gallon of gas worth North, to where I've been living in it thru to now.
Just close enough to the tracks to hear the trains but still far enough from the air horns to sleep.
The original plan was to find a job for a few months, sell the compact sedan and find something cheap better suited for nomadic living.
Well, New England winter claimed my radiator and water pump,
and my attempt to commute to a summer job on back roads without fixing it cooked the top end.
I didn't come back after the 4th day frying chicken in a kitchen that was hotter than the grease, but the damage was definitely done.
If it at all surpasses normal running temp the valvetrain sounds like a sewing machine.
Until I fix or sell it,I'm not leaving the few towns around here I know are safe to be in, in the condition it's in.
So, selling things I remembered to take from when I had money and spent it on stupid shit, or shit I found on the side of the road or dove for and fixed has gotten me this far,
spending 5-10 bucks a week on food and gas, and the occasional quart of oil for my nonexistent piston rings, but the list of things I own to sell is now beginning to dwindle..
I also go to Dunkin Donuts when a person I know is working and get the day old stuff without going thru the dumpster sometimes, when I can make it there in time.
Worked a few other odd jobs for a day or two at a time, but there doesn't seem to be very much of that kinda work where I'm at.
The cops are cool af here, as long as you don't get the statie driving through after his shift.
The town cops have told me good places to sleep etc., never even ran my plate or asked my name. Just asked if I owned the car.
Even said he'd drive thru again before his shift was over to make sure I was alright. I don't make trouble, at least publicly so that was fine.
Anyway, the reason I'm saying all this and putting it here is I'm finally feeling better about the world, and less good about how complacent I've become just keeping myself ticking, waiting for I don't even know what. I'm all done spending my days playing old computer games until my laptop dies and I have to buy a soda to sit and charge it.
Or sitting there listening to music while my engine cools, just to kill my weak-ass battery and have to flag someone down for a jump.
Or sitting around Mcdonalds all day to sell some old phone or something for less than it's worth, just to get stood up and not be able to buy a gallon of gas to leave.
In the past couple years however, I've learned much about myself. Or very little, however you look at it.
I don't want a job that takes two weeks to hire me and I have to have an account for direct deposit,
and I don't want a place to live that isn't on wheels or can't be packed up.
As soon as it's viable again, I plan to hit the road with no destination in mind.
Right now, I'm looking into finding an ebay "lot" or similar of broken electronics and fixing what I can sell to fund some vehicle repairs, and a place to sleep while I find something new. I've made contact with a guy on LetGo that works with his church to buy used laptops for Haitian schools.
So if he's not in Haiti and I have a supply of broken computers, I have cash. Now just some dead computers and I'll be golden.
While I've never been a super strong person, I don't have anything against manual labor paying the bills,
but due to some undiagnosed however very real and sometimes debilitating back issues I'd rather not "get in shape" on a job site,
otherwise I would be all over the classifieds for construction work in the area, of which there is currently a lot.
So that's me. Looking for a way to GTFO of the Northeast with preferably a vehicle before my birthday, which is basically Halloween.
Thanks for taking the time to read, I'm down for any criticism you've got, suggestions, questions, just want to chat whatever.
I know the life I've been living isn't optimal, especially as far as being able to maintain it and besides, I'll talk with anyone about anything.
See y'all around,
-J