Mondo Bungle

Everyone in the household was up and about before me, which was natural I guess since I'm a late riser as it is, but I felt weirder about it being on the couch of three (I discovered they had a roommate that morning) near perfect strangers. There was Violent Femmes music pumping into the living room and the crackling of frying breakfastry. I got up passively and kinda just stared at the ceiling until being acknowledged.

"Did you sleep okay?" The woman asked, who was much more pleasant a conservationist without the alcoholic slur that had retarded her the night before. I said sure or something to that effect. I wasn't offered any of the breakfast that was being made, but I'm not one for breakfast anyway. The man (both names are lost as of now) didn't make his appearance for a while, but when he did we were almost immediately out on the road and a new day of travel was officially underway. I told them I'd be fine getting dropped off pretty much where they found me originally. The drive was scenically fresh in the morning light, marked by Overkill on the speakers. I guess they had cool music taste. Conversation was light but much more fluent and pleasant than the previous night. They dropped me off back at the piano, right where I was before, without much in the way of goodbyes aside from "Goodbye." I watched them drive off to wherever they were driving off to, thinking about how heavy my overly heavy load truly was, but unwilling to part with anything. At least I was on the main street in town, simple enough to travel on, and I did so slowly. Slower as the days passed. I felt like a new pound was added onto my back with every few steps, and I was getting tired of it quickly. I truly regret packing as much as I did, especially considering the fact that it's now all gone from my life forever, all my sweet ass shirts. The best part about that is that I wore one shirt the majority of the trip, while reluctantly and admittedly stupidly lugging around a whole closet full. My jaunt down the main road of Fort Collins was marked by many stops for resting my weary soles and a few times even nodding out into microsleep, a major element of the journey on the whole was tiredness and impatience. I passed through Colorado State University, which had an awesome and spacious campus, of course my university experience was slim and this was a big one. My longest unscheduled nap came here, under some tree, just as a light rain started to fall.

I walked for who knows how long, in fact I walked completely out of Fort Collins into some neighboring town, the kind of town so close to another town that it may as well be the same town. But it had a different name and different population so I can say walked to a whole new city for walker cred. It did take a long time, as I'd been walking since before noon and arrived in this new municipality some time around dusk. So this day was marked mainly by this longish but completely straight stretch. The place really just seemed like the outskirts of Fort Collins. I sat at a gas station there for a good minute seeing if maybe I could get driven further down the line, but the entire day was uneventful and downright unlucky, as the light but still existent mist continued on through the evening, through the entire night. I wandered more aimlessly then usual throughout the sparse area, finding myself in a worse predicament than I had been in terms of sleeping, but I did find a wide open park area not far from that gas station where I unrolled my sleeping bag under a tree just sufficient enough to keep me dry from the rain. It was most likely not that late by this time, but I wasn't in any position to care, as the entire day of walking and nothing else took a heavy toll.

(sorry if this seems like a rushed entry but it really wasn't that much of a day)

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