Below are the 3 most recent journal entries recorded in ride_a_tallbike's LiveJournal:

Tuesday, January 17th, 2006
10:41 pm	Part 2: Harris and Georgia Truckers... What? I woke up in a cab of some trucker. I think he was on something. Always smiling. No one is ever that happy. ever. He started asking me questions that I didn't want to hear. "Where you from?" he asked. "Out of town." I replied "Where you headin'?" he asked. "Where ever you leave me." I replied. "Whats your name?" he asked. "Whatever you think it is." I replied. He finally stopped talking after that. Looking straight ahead I wondered where I was going. I wondered how long I've been riding with him. I hate questions. So instead of questions... I wonder. Always wondering, is better than questioning. So here I am. Wondering where I am, wondering what time it was, wondering who I was with.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! "STOP DOING THESE THINGS TO ME!" I yell, startling the trucker, Who I've now named Harris. "What're talkin' about kid? Stop yer yellin!" I wondered why I was yelling. I don't remember yelling. I screamed. Yelling and screaming are two different things. I wondered if they really were all that different. I always assumed they were... Yelling. Screaming. Shouting... as long as I was doing it, and scaring Harris, then it was all the same. I wondered what I was talking about. I like rambling. I'm doing it again. why do I have to ramble? NO MORE QUESTIONS! NO MORE QUESTIONS!! NOMOREQUESTIONS! NOMOREQUESTIONSNOMOREQUESTIONS! NOMOREQUESTIONSNOMOREQUESTIONSNOMOREQUESTIONS! no... more... I wake up on a bench in a visitors centre. I wonder what fucking state I'm in. I search around. I'm in Georgia. I have no clue what city. No worries. No more worries. I'm sure I'm fine. Just no more questions. I wonder how I ended up here. I wonder if Harris just left me. I'm hungry. I need to eat. Eating would be good. I scramble around my bag and my coat and my pants and find 75 cents. I buy a candy bar. Nothing has ever tasted so good. I've decided I don't like Georgia. To many hicks, from what I can see. Hitching didn't seem to work. I should hop a train. I guess I should start walking... but I have no idea where. Highways... (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, January 15th, 2006
4:40 pm	part 1: Introduction Traveling... I've walked for miles. Never stopping. Never slowing. It feels like I've been walking for months, years. I have no aim, no direction. Where am I? Where are the people I love? This isn't where I'm supposed to be, is it? You laugh at my attempts, and run away. Don't run, don't laugh. I feel like I've should've tried harder. Maybe thats why I'm walking. Walking... Walking... Walking... Truth be told I thought you were where I was heading. Now, I have no clue where I'm heading, no clue. I wish I knew. I clutch my bag closer to my chest. Maybe closer to my heart? Why must I always question my questions? Why do I continue to do it even after I asked that question? WHY WAS THAT A QUESTION? ...I'll walk until the summer ends. Until I can find where I'm heading. This is the beginning of the end. Or is it? Why... why...why? WHYWHYWHYWHY? Stop it.. I want to stop. I awoke in a ditch. Not knowing what happened the night before. What did I take? Why did I feel anger when I asked myself that? Ugh... My heard hurts no more questions. I'll just walk and walk and walk, until I find where I belong. I hope I belong. I feel like I should. But do I? no more questions. Lets just walk. I wish I had someone to talk too. I wish this trip, journey, adventure... wasn't so boring. I need a companion. Not anymore drugs. Did I do drugs last night? no more questions. I need to straighten up, figure out... figure out what? no more questions. I said holy shit in my mind. Its just a stupid saying, but it means so much. Its like bring shit up to the level of Jesus or God without even trying. I don't know. I'm thinking to literally. I need someone to walk with me or someone to pick me up. I'm on a highway. I can hitch-hike. I think I'll hitch-hike. I hope I don't get murdered... (Comment on this)
Friday, January 13th, 2006
8:24 pm	I've started this and Its not going to stop. So, I've had this idea. I'm going to start writing this thing daily (or at least try too) and none of it will be true. I'm going to start typing and whatever comes out will be what comes out. No editing, no backspacing. The first one will be typed out tomorrow, so read it when its done. (Comment on this)