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alright, I'll avoid greentexting like a pleb
Some time in 2014 after some stint of living on my own and doing way too many psychedelics, I felt the need to go out and do some hitchhiking/walking with a pack. I suppose the romanticized idea of "making it on my own" spurred me on. I was fed up with apparent narcissism of our modern society. However, in the end, the whole trip served to show me the underlying "good side" of humanity.
My brother wanted to take a trip from the greater Buffalo NY area to the PA turnpike to get some delicious Chik-fil-a, and unbeknownst to him, I had thrown a pack full of "survival" shit in the back of the SUV. We headed down to Erie and did our rounds of fried chicken and Qdoba burrito bowls before I grabbed my pack and shared with him my intentions. He didn't seem too concerned, and so off I went.
The first day, I walked through Erie towards Presque Isle State Park. Of course, this was some time in March, so the storms coming off of the great lakes were naught to be trifled with (I didn't know this at the time). I got a ride from a stranger, who drove me from mid-city to the outskirts of Presques' premier campground, which I walked past looking for an out of the way camp sight. Of course, i had no permit to camp, so I was doing so illegally. I got it in my head that it would be a good idea to camp RIGHT ON THE BEACH (inexperienced woodsman). While I was digging a fire pit, which I made sure to keep out of sight of the beachfront hotels, an college-aged asian gentleman approached; he was looking for a place to come watch the sunset with his girlfriend. I helped him scout a good place away from the normies, and had some passing conversation with him about some shit that I can't remember. It lead me to realize that it's not necessarily the words that are said, but what you're doing when they're said, and enjoying another's company.
As he left, I noticed the storm clouds rolling in...
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