The Steel Road

I suppose it makes sense that I became a train hopping hobo. I went from "rock star" to "cancer patient" to "homeless" over the course of a year. I either lost, destroyed , or threw away everything I had, including any friendships I may have had. All I saw left for me was death and addiction. The more I thought about it, the more it sounded like an old hobo song.

For a few years I hitchhiked everywhere. Not precisely trying to survive, that found me in northern states during the winter months, southern states during the summer. I met some folks along the way that inspired me to at least survive long enough to witness whatever apocalypse humanity eventually manufactures. One in particular, Taterella she was called, inspired me to ride trains. Funny how easily decisions regarding your travel arrangements are made when your "joystick" is pulled in the right direction.

themolco themolco
36-40, M
2 Responses Aug 8, 2010

the assumption tends to be that the mentally different are sick. to me, this is similar to saying that if someone isn't christian they are sick, or if they don't like meat they are sick. i've learned more about life from the "sick" than i have the "well", probably because the "well" don't do much living.

I did the same thing pretty much- hopping freights hitching and being homeless. a whole lot of alcohol and untreated mental illness,. It's strange though, although I almost died a few times, I can also remember having a whole lot of fun. My tag is under bridges all over the United States. It's a heart with wings and an eye in the middle with "puck61" underneath.