Wizard Needs Fuel Baddly

Final day, I was with this from the start. And I figured I’d give you a run down of what happened to me during my lost week.

 

Many of you noticed I went home. This in part, was the end of my story. If that was it, this is my epilogue.  

 

 

I drove home from Pennsylvania State College, to Hudson Massachusetts. Packed up all my stuff, put my gun under the seat bought about 100 dollars worth of gas just to fill up. This was about a week ago.

 

Halfway there across PA My car broke down…

 

It was a clear OMGWTF, OH crap moment, Stranded in the middle of no where. And I had my life in the car.

 

I would find out later that when I stopped to get gas prior before, The chemical had less crude oil and more aromatic chemicals then what it should have to be called ‘gas’. My fuel injector became clogged, carbon and stress hit the engine, and it just collapsed.

 

I was towed and taken to the nearest shop. The engine was fried.

 

I had 120 dollars on me. Cash. No car, and 200 miles away from home.

 

I went to my car, took out my hard drive in my computer. Took my backpack and added a few things; A book (Neil Gaiman’s Anansi Boys), some food (left over cans from home.), and water. I sold a few things to the locals. A LCD monitor, a year old printer, some school books, and my surroundsound speakers. I bought a water purification tablet set, some perishables, a tent, a world atless and some other little things here and there.

 

I went to the repair shop and asked them how much they would give me for my car. I felt lucky to get 600 for the 1998 Altima.

 

I took out my bike and I rode. 280 miles and it took me 4 days.

 

I didn’t sleep much at all, half in fear of robbers, half in shock of what I saw.

 

I rode and felt like this wasn’t the America I had driven by so many times before.

 

Gardens had sprung up where there were once green lawns trimmed to the inch. Filled with lush colors of red and yellow as food grew. 

 

Cars were parked, some had a visible sheet of dust on their windows, in some poor communities, they had been there long enough for people to write “Drive me” in the dust

 

At one point, I spotted a few putting a hose into a Toyota to a pump as they sucked the gas out of it.

 

I was invited to a neighborhood cook out, where everyone used the same grill to cook and share their meat.

 

You see the country life coping with little power and little resources, and the cramped city life dealing with the frustration.

 

It was one of the most eye opening things I’ve ever done.

 

It is one thing to read the news, it is another to experience it. To live it. My legs still ache from all that work.

 

I was given shit from my dad for selling the car like that. But my mom felt it was the right thing to do.   

 

So with no computer, this last message is being written from a friends house, it might be a bit til you get another one.

 

I’m not sure how I’ll get back for my last semester in college, nor how I’ll be able to make up that class online. I don’t know exactly what I’m doing at all now.

 

I told this to my friend josh, and he laughed.

 

“You’re in good company, because with the way things are, a lot of people are like that. We’re just hoping for the best, and praying not to have the worst.”

 

It made me smirk.

(OOC: my apologizes for this last week without an update Life took control. But to all the readers, thanks.