it sounds kinda stressful to me. i mean, not knowing where you're gonna stay or what you're gonna eat sounds horrible. i would hate it. but, the thought of not having any real responsibilities aside from those two tasks sounds somewhat appealing.

I'd would be cool if you didn't had to worry about money, food or a place to stay.

I would hate to go alone, and no one wants to go with me.

Ultimately I would like to do this in Central Asia (Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, and Uzbekistan). Yeah, yeah, hippie trail, whatever. Maybe never come back. I can totally live off mutton.

i want to, when i "grow up", i guess, is just drive around and document bands.

Mark it down folks, schizophrenicroom will be the next chabib.

haha. i can try.

youthoftomorrow- the things that cause worry are the things that sound like.. the best. not knowing if that gas station will carry the chips you're craving at three am or stopping in a diner off a lonely highway and discovering the best coffee of your life is fun. just the unpredictability is why it's my goal. maybe it won't last too long, and i'll go off and be a psychologist/computer scientist like i have on my list, but i want to accomplish it.

hmmm that would be alot of work and patience to be a drifter

I've done it many times in the past and i'd love to do it again.I'm nomadic by nature.

We have a plentitude of folks in this area who are of the transient persuasion.

They're called hookers.

I thought you referred to them as "your employees."

it's good to do and then get out of your system. i'm gonna be done moving around for a longggg time in august i think. too much moving around gets tiring after the romance wears off. just remember to bring a towel.

Ive often thought about how cool that would be.. id build myself a treehouse and hang there for days, with some gd food, my guitar and quite a hunk of weed. During a rainstorm, it would be really really coool (with a roof obviously).

I read on the road while I was in college. ABout 2/3 into the book I stippoed going to classes for 2 weeks because I saw no point in it. I want not a life of sercurity from my humble desk/factory job. I want to live my life.

I think I'm bound to go drifting eventually. I think maybe even do a short run this summer. I have a friend who says he might be going to NYC by bus to meet up with this cool band that signs about robots. I'll ventyure with him and we can work down the coast and return back to kentucky. I'm sure if we did this it owuldn't be the last time...esp since we're starting a band.

Another venture I'd like to make is out to colorado because there's a girl there I know and she's cool. So I'd somewhere to go out there. I could move somewhere else from there, not sure where though.


And of course europe. All the 1,200 i threw at my first (and so far only) semester of college seems like it would've beenbetter spent on plane tickets or a car to do said traveling.

Secretgirl13 - nice Hitchhikers Guide reference.



Speaking of living in the woods, I've often thought of becoming a squatter. I'll find the most remote, uninhabited place, and build a house, or a treehouse. Live my life free of money and people.
On the Road really influenced these ideas alot as well.

i feel like going hungry & watching people eat from outside restaurant windows while it rains. feel like going through the dumpster looking for my next meal. i feel like having lice in my pubes and a weird rash on my ass. i feel like being bitten by fleas. i feel like picking cigarette butts from the floor so i can have a smoke. i feel like having a permanent sore throat. i feel like being constantly harassed by the police, the rats, and other drifters looking for money or sex. i feel like having a cancerous sunburn on my nose. i feel like exploring with my tongue the ever-increasing holes of the rows of my teeth. i feel like having constant diarrhea, beriberi, scurvy, scabies. i feel like losing hair as if i was on chemotherapy. i feel like finally calling my parents & asking them to bail me out of jail & take me home because i don't have a fucking cent and i'm sick and malnourished.

for all romantic wankers, shirkers of responsibility, delusional dreamers, life-avoiding pansies, assorted crackheads, spoiled children, believers in utopias, and just plain dunces, i wholeheartedly recommend, no, i hereby order, under penalty of being declared permantly stupid, from birth and by inheritance, that you read george orwell's "down and out in paris and london" before you set out on your next adventure, which you'll one day remember (if you live) as "the rude awakening."

Haha. Rep for sure.



It's all just a dream; the perfect life through complete isolation. Why not dream about it though?

there is a documentary about all of this call catching out. it follows 4 different people/couples that hop trains and go all across the country. one guy had a treehouse or hut of some sort that was surprisingly worthy of living. he was also missing his eyebrows.


definitley a few stupid dirty hippies spouting shit in the film but for the most part interesting peoples that happen to like hoboing. also there would annual hobo parades/conventions(sort of) in some cities and it seems there is a rivalry between the old hobos and the new hobos. ol uncle john hates filthy hippy steve.

* mr.clone
when will you stop ?

This whole thread reminds me of Manifesto: An Anonymous Novel, which is actually by a guy called Peter Linke. The whole book is about being a drifter and hating society in general. The narrator quite frequently rants about wanting to set up a farm or go live in the woods, but never does so. It's one of those truth/fiction narratives were you don't know what parts are the authors experiences and what parts are made up.

Anyone thinking of living in the woods should read thoreau by Walden. I'm not sure if the book is relevent any more in todays society but hey.