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Anonymous !C.Z5K.oPig Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:01:00 No.12868084 View View Reply Original Report

Quoted By: >>12868161 >>12869245 >>12869457 >>12870864 >>12870865 >>12871020

/r9k/ you ever wanted to say fuck everything, drop everything, sell all your useless shit and just live for the fuck of it ?

maybe keep a just a laptop and visit places

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:03:00 No.12868107 Report

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>maybe keep just a laptop

that's like a drug addict say he's quitting everything cold turkey, except maybe some occasional crack to take the edge off

do it right or shut up

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:04:00 No.12868128 Report

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Yeah, I'd just take my laptop to keep in touch and an acoustic guitar, life would be good.

I would just hop from town to town seeing what life has to offer.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:04:00 No.12868130 Report

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you don't have to drop everything to live how you want

unless you're poor though, i guess

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:06:00 No.12868145 Report

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>>12868131
naw man it's cool. I'll just make soap

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:06:00 No.12868150 Report

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Live in the wilderness OP.

Won't be dissapoint.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:07:00 No.12868157 Report

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>wouldnt it be sick if i did what that mentally ill/paranoid schizophrenic did in that movie? ANARCHY FUCK YA

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:07:00 No.12868161 Report

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>>12868084
this is pretty fucking difficult.
if you got the cash, sure do it.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:07:00 No.12868164 Report

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>>12868131
the only way it'll work is if you have like a shipping container houses.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:08:00 No.12868181 Report

Quoted By: >>12868282 >>12868675

>Already did it
>Made a blog to help be a guide for others

http://vagabondacrosstheworld.blogspot.com/

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:12:00 No.12868218 Report

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> maybe keep a just a laptop and visit places

hmm, yes. maybe visit places such as 4chan.org

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:16:00 No.12868282 Report

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>>12868181
Awesome I'm bookmarking this

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:22:00 No.12868373 Report

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Yeah OP, at a point in time when you could (successfully) just walk out on life. I was one of those people for a period of time. I think of it as the point when I finally took control of my life.
My mom was an alkie and involved in other dangerous drugs and dad was too far away to do anything about it. My younger sister was taken by my foster grandparents when she was 10 after my mom hit her with her car (going 10mph) and my older sister ran away long before that so it was just she and I.
I'll skip the prologue but suffice to say when I left I had a few scars from put-out cigarettes under my upper arm (easily concealed) as my only memory I couldn't forget and that the bullshit from everything suffocated me.
I took a duffel bag with 2 weeks worth of clothing, an ounce of grass, 400 USD and some things I was looking to pawn. This was a time when 400 bucks was a considerable amount of money and pawn shops weren't trying to scam you. They took pity on me and cut me a few deals, seeing the situation. While at the shop I bought an aftermarket Makarov, 2 boxes of ammunition and an under-the-shirt holster. After hitching to Flint, Michigan from Rockford, Illinois, I found myself in a position that almost scared me.
I was finally completely independent. I was also completely independent in what is now the highest murder/rape rated city in the East coast, last time I checked.

Continued.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:22:00 No.12868381 Report

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>>12868373

I was in a small diner when a sketchy guy asked if I needed any rock. Obviously he meant crack. I told him I'm not into that stuff, and he kept pushing, saying if I didn't take it I could make some real money selling it for him. I was done eating so I headed for the door. He got up and followed me outside. I didn't know where I was walking to, just away from him. He called my name about 5 feet behind me, and I kind of flipped. I was scared he might try to mug me or something, so I pulled the gun on him. It was easily concealable so he was pretty surprised when he saw it, but had a look like it wasn't the first time he was face-first to a barrel. I told him to fuck off and he tried telling me this shpiel about how he can tell when someone doesn't mean it when they point a gun. He said something like "It's not the finger that decides the trigger, it's the eyes. Your eyes... they're soft." and walked towards me. I of course did NOT want to shoot him, so I did the next best thing.
I lunged forward, put the slide right next to his head and fired. He had a black residue on his ear and was holding his head, on the ground. I got the fuck out of there.
Continued.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:27:00 No.12868438 Report

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If i was travelling i wouldnt take a laptop, wouldnt need it. maybe a phone. in fact no fuckit not even a phone. i dont have anyone to call anyway and most of my time on the net is wasted time. Just me, the clothes on my back and some cash in my hand.

But im not a traveller. at least not a nomad. i do like to travel. all i need in life is a house with the bare essentials for cooking, disposing of my crap. and sleeping. thats all I need. Obviously, i need a job to keep hold of it. But no car or anything. Wages would go to this modest upkeep and the rest saved.

I could do it. it would be boring but i could be happy like that.

any additional cash would be spent on 2 things(may be just 1 if you're no pedantic about it) - a computer and internet connection. With that I'd ensure i wouldn't blow my brain out from boredom.

Thats all i want out of life

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:31:00 No.12868510 Report

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>>12868381
I'm skipping a lot but over the next few days I found a one-room apartment (as in everything was in one room), got a job at a grocery store and started looking for things to do. A lot of gangs and delinquents tried to get me to run around town with them but I wanted to AVOID the police, not gain their suspicion.
The grocery store owner was this big greasy italian guy with a huge beard who sounded like Gipetto on cocaine. He was always really hyped but with an old man's voice, it was disturbing. I walked home one evening to find a lone car in the back of the parking lot. I snuck around and peeked inside; who else but that fat fuck and 2 bone-thin ladies staying really still for portions of time and then passing something and then bending down. They were obviously doing lines. I also once saw him sexually harassing the butcher's daughter, who stuck around and cleaned all the tools and grinders and such. I figured he was a pretty shitty person so I started taping the back door and taking from the registers after-hours. Not a lot of security at that point in time, only collecting the cash on Fridays and putting it in the safe. I started stealing from the registers until I found out it comes out of the paychecks of those people. I pushed carts and cleaned up messes, a multi-tasking janitor of sorts so I was segregated from the employee population.
Continued

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:41:00 No.12868646 Report

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>>12868510
I got the combination for the safe the old-fashioned way. I waited until the bossman was on his way to his car, sneaked up behind him and smacked him over the back of the head with a piece of wood. I was going to do it with the gun but didn't want blood/hair on it or crack the handle. I took him into the bathroom and made him open the safe (dragged him to the office). I took half of the money and left an IOU as a joke.
Got the fuck out of there.
I came back to my apartment to find people going through my shit. The landlord didn't change the locks and never got the key from the previous occupants. They were crackheads or some kind of junkie looking for valuable. I shot a few times into the walls (basement room) and they left. Only thing stolen was the alarm clock that was there when I moved in.
I was even more fed up with the people there, so I went to Florida.
Now I had nothing. Money was expended, clothes were either lost or ripped or dirty but I still had the gun. I walked around Fort Meyers beach until I met some hippie-folk who invited me to sit with them. After explaining my personal exiling from my old home, they told me about this guy who drove a bus all across America, looking for people who reject society but not themselves. Smart people who just wanted a change. I started living with these guys in their van, doing farmwork for cash. We shared a lot. Clothes, ideas, storied, sexual partners. I tried to find out who this Van Guy was but never got anything more than "A great dude".

And you know I don't think I'll continue unless anyone really wants to hear it.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:44:00 No.12868671 Report

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You know what it takes to get around and visit places? Money.

That's why I'm getting a job and saving first before I go backpacking.

Enjoying Fight Club doesn't make you a better person at all. It just shows you were already incapable of thinking for yourself.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:44:00 No.12868675 Report

Quoted By: >>12868885 >>12868908

>>12868646
Oi it's >>12868181

Please keep going and I'd like permission to put your story up for people to read.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:46:00 No.12868707 Report

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>>12868646
I would really like to hear more. Was F5ing just then to hear this part

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:47:00 No.12868718 Report

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>>12868646

Keep going man. I'm reading it.

>goddamnit bloxbloxbloxblox

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 03:49:00 No.12868743 Report

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>>12868646

Please continue with the story

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:00:00 No.12868865 Report

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Goddamnit do we have to beg you to keep going?

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:00:00 No.12868870 Report

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>>12868646

you can't do this to me now you shitass

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:01:00 No.12868885 Report

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>>12868675
>>12868707
>>12868718
>>12868743

Okay, I'll keep it on then.
So anyway my new life on the beach was pretty much exactly how I imagined; either sitting around, thinking of things to do or walking around finding people and things to find interest in. I never really stumbled upon anything too enamoring or exciting, except when I found a drunk in the street, taking a shit.
I told him the bathrooms were not far away, and he looked up at me with NO shame whatsoever and said "You know, sometimes you just gotta go"
Pretty typical response, but I replied with "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean", and stood around for a minute. He started to say something but began coughing, so instead of leaving I crouched down next to him, to be face-to-face. He asked "You used the ground as yer toilet once?" and I told him I meant something a little different. He said if I met him at Beacon's (a small hotel) bar in a few minutes he'd buy me a drink. I agreed and met him there.
It wasn't a bad place, but goddamn it reeked of booze. I had a water and waited for him to show up. He sat down a seat away from me and said he was happy I didn't split before he got there. I told him I had nothing to do for a while and we began talking. He was about six feet tall and thick as hell, a real muscle-man. He was wearing beach shorts, a torn shirt and a cowboy hat. I'll always remember that hat, most particular part about him, as he told me he's from Albany, New York. I couldn't really believe it because he had such a cool charm about him, but he was telling it straight.
Continued

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:03:00 No.12868908 Report

Quoted By: >>12868928 >>12869054

I was writing guys, relax.
Also
>>12868675
I have no problem with that as long as you give me credit. I'll give you my name in a minute.

He told me he came back from the military to find everyone stopped caring about him. He wasn't allowed to write letters to his wife or anyone while on tour so they thought he was dead. When he came back, they treated him the same. Nobody was happy to see him. Not his parents, his wife, his best friends, his dog. Everyone acted like he perpetrated a huge crime by joining the forces. He told me "It astounded me, just 10 years before I went in, you were considered a real American hero". I didn't ask him what he did or who he was with, that was private. I let him spill it and told him my story, which was much shorter.
He said to me, "You know, when my wife told me she was steppin' out with my buddy the whole time I was away, that about dug me out of the idea of being a family man." He talked about turning points and triggers and events in life which start a whole new way of thinking. He said he took some of his savings from the paychecks he never collected and bought a big van. Then he said it got totaled, so he figured if life was going to really challenge you and wreck your shit, might as well be prepared. He bought a bus.
continued

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:05:00 No.12868928 Report

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>>12868908
Thanks mate, credit will go where credit is due.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:07:00 No.12868972 Report

Quoted By: >>12869075

Sry, but reading this, makes me wonder why there is so many shitty movies.
You sir, deserve gold.

Write it down, make a script, book what ever. The way you write keeps the flow.
Do it. and eventually make a movie out of this.
That is gold.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:10:00 No.12869000 Report

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Protip, living on the shit-tier requires more effort that living a moderate life or better.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:14:00 No.12869054 Report

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>>12868908
He said the bus embodied his idea of freedom. It was decommissioned, which meant at one time it was a tool to the people, to society. Then, after being considered obsolete or useless or redundant by that same society, it was junked. It had potential and nobody wanted to see it. And there it sat in the impound lot, waiting for someone to recognize its greatness.
He said he didn't even have to fix it up when he bought it. It was whitewashed and clean as a whistle, so he filled the tank and headed on a route he procured in a time of philosophical distress. He said the map/route corresponded with his own desire to travel, and it went to all the right places. In Kentucky, he met a group who lived at a commune and wanted to break free from it. It had apparently started as a socialist collective but ended up being a distorted Communist state. They stole the most precious thing they had at the commune: Paint. They took the paint and splattered it Jackson Pollock style all over the van. Then, as everyone was leaving the commune to get water, they drove by honking, displaying their theft of liquid money.
Continued

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:15:00 No.12869059 Report

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Fuck yeah OP. Who hasn't? I once read a book by a former homeless guy, and he said this was the main advantage of being homeless. You weren't tied down by anyone or anything. I plan on doing this if I can't get a good job after college. I would buy a van and or an old RV and live out of that while working part time or temp jobs to keep myself fed. Get tired of one place, pack up and move it on down the road.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:17:00 No.12869075 Report

Quoted By: >>12869173

>>12868972
Thank you. I'm just telling this from my perspective and not trying to implement any writing techniques, so I appreciate that compliment. I don't think I'd want it to be a movie though, those things tend to focus on the exaggerated senseless parts of life and don't give enough attention to the parts that matter. Maybe a play.

>>12868928
'Preciate it. My name is in this or the next post.

I was amazed and inspired in several ways. He seemed like everything I wanted to be, and more. He had known paradise, trials and hardships, known love and war. And he rejected it all. He knew what he wanted and in spite of the monumental societal pressure (that is nowhere NEAR as harsh today) he took off without notice. He didn't even leave a note. He said if everyone figured he was dead, let them think it.
He was curious about me, and I told him more things about myself and my thoughts than I had told any other person, in casual conversation no less. He invited me to come to a campfire on the beach with his other friends he met around the states. He promised there would be no judgments, no danger. He said I wouldn't need my gun. I hadn't even showed it or told him about it, much less leave it out in the open. I would later learn he was taught how to take everything about a person from their body language, and that I myself was speaking pretty loudly.
I told the van people about how I met the Bus Guy, and they didn't believe me. They said he wouldn't be in southern Fl for at least another month. I described him perfectly but they thought I was joking. I left them when they started sharing the one thing I refused to. I was out of the van and down the road before the needles pierced their veins for the hundredth time.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:24:00 No.12869152 Report

Quoted By: >>12869201

plaese dont stop posting. we need to hear it up to the point, where you settled down and started visiting 4chan regularly.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:26:00 No.12869173 Report

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>>12869075
By the time I got to the fire they were already expecting me, as the guy had told them about a newcomer much like himself. That flattered me, and as I was introduced to the group I said the the bus guy, "We never exchanged names", and he said "Well if you think of a good one let me know". I didn't quite understand until later, when I first tried Lysergic Acid Diethylamide (LSD). I'm getting ahead of myself.
At the fire, I heard the stories of people who instead of living in a state of constant rejection, rejected those on the whole who refused to deal with them. I heard more than one story about gays whose families shunned them, white boys with non-white girls and the other way around, foreigners coming for freedom from persecution and opportunity for success only to be rejected as a "damn job stealin immigrant".

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:27:00 No.12869181 Report

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Nice story, curious to hear the rest.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:29:00 No.12869201 Report

Quoted By: >>12869329

>>12869152
That's a bit too long of a story to post, but I'll try.

>>12869173
I felt so connected with them all, as they accepted me without regard to the details. One girl, who still to this day pops into my head with certain smells or sights or sounds, named Mary told me the reason they were so open was because they knew I was like them. She also said because I was already liked by the guy, I was in. She was so gorgeous, I have no idea how to explain it. Think of the most average looking girl you know, someone who rates high enough on the scale to not be ugly but low enough to not be above average. Now think of that girl, but with a natural beauty. Not just an absence of makeup, but a beauty that was an intimate array of her mind and body in consistent and fastidious sync. What she thought, she said, and what she said, she expressed.
I don't want to describe her physical features. Just think of that person I asked you to think of, and put her image in her place. Words cannot accurately describe how in tune with everything she was.
Excuse my waxing romantic. Anyway.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:29:00 No.12869202 Report

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Sweet story, do continue.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:31:00 No.12869231 Report

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I haven't been F5'ing this hard since moot dumped those naked pictures of himself.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:32:00 No.12869245 Report

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>>12868084
>>Maybe just keep a laptop
I'm sure others have addressed this. The first thing I'd do if I was going to drop out of life would be to take a hammer to my laptop. In every way, that's a symbol of my ties to material illusions. In the other version of this scenario, the first thing I do is rip out my eyes, but that's much less likely to happen.

I'd then go hobo, and hitchhike and work my way to Mount Athos, where I would live the remainder of my mortal allotment.
>> clikera cultivated
Yes, captcha, highly cultivated

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:40:00 No.12869329 Report

Quoted By: >>12869384

>>12869201
She was like my partner that night; I went to her for information on the people there, for advice on how to explain something or just to chat with. We got along so well, it was like we had known each other from birth.
Throughout the night, I was listening or talking. When I listened, it was like I couldn't not pay attention. Everyone there was so interesting, I felt like I was in a room of historical figures. I got so caught up listening that when I talked it was a sort of whispery, shortly formed response. It was probably about 7am when the bus guy pulled me aside and asked if I was alright.
I started crying. For the first time in 4 years, I teared up and explained that this was the first time I felt like I knew people who were like me. I began telling him about how all my friends had this distance with me, like I was sort-of a friend but not too much of one, and how I don't feel that pulling distance with these people.
continued, be right back also

Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:42:00 No.12869347 Report

Quoted By: >>12869381 >>12869529

Oh my god this board really is filled with SUPER EDGEE TEENAGERS XDDD who just watched Fight Club.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:42:00 No.12869350 Report

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>>12868157
As a paranoid schizophrenic I find it easy to believe you think it wouldn't be easy; I could point you to some recommended ready but I doubt you would understand a word of it.
>>12868131
You would be shocked at how long you can live comfortably hopping from place to place when you know what your doing. Contrary to popular belief this can be done almost anywhere, not just locations in which the cost of living is very low.
Your not your fucking khaki's.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:44:00 No.12869368 Report

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sometimes i think it would be fun to buy some sheep, a cavern somewhere in scotland and a supply of whiskey and live there. alone. with sheep, your own cheese and milk. gross sheep- milk but still.

fuck our civilisation.

but then i can't even touch a babycat because i think it's gross.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:45:00 No.12869381 Report

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>>12869347
I've posted in this thread, and I'm definately not a super-edgy teenager. I'm a father with children and a job. I've always been depressive and I've never seen the point of day-to-day struggle.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:45:00 No.12869384 Report

Quoted By: >>12869457 >>12869475

>>12869329
He hugged me and I just kept talking through the tears. I hugged him back and just kept thanking him, thanking him for finding me. I told him if I didn't know people like that existed I probably would have killed myself somewhere down the road.
He was a bit startled by that and told me we should talk on the bus. He meant on the roof. There was a few lawn chairs and a blanket. We sat on the blanket and looked up at the sky, watching the clouds form and scurry away in the Summer wind.
He asked me about my stance on "mental exercise". I gave him a confused look and realized he meant drugs. I told him I had a list of dos and don'ts, and he respected that. He said he wanted to try something with me, and pulled out a folded up index card.
Inside was a sheet of acid with a green peace logo printed on each one. I told him I didn't want to try it until I was with someone I trusted in an environment I was safe in. He gave me the tab and I took it, and he said he felt honored I would feel that way after just meeting him. I smoked a joint to loosen up, and apologized for crying on him earlier. He said "emotions are not rivers you can dam without consequences, I do not think any less of you for it".

continued

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:52:00 No.12869446 Report

Quoted By: >>12869631

To the guy telling the story. I dont post here all that often but I just wanted to say that your story is absolutly incredible and touching. Please carry on.

Id really like to re-post this elsewhere aswell if that would be possible. Ill credit you like the other guy aswell obviously.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:52:00 No.12869452 Report

Quoted By: >>12869631

Keep on writing I want to add this to my collection.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:53:00 No.12869457 Report

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>>12868084
>>12869384

F5'ing with the force of a light speed

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:55:00 No.12869475 Report

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>>12869384

i am also very interested to hear the outcome of this story sir..
>inb4 bel air
but i am sure the gentlemen of /r9k/ don't do that

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 04:59:00 No.12869502 Report

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Even I think this thread is fucking gay.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:01:00 No.12869516 Report

Quoted By: >>12869607 >>12869631

For some reason this story reminds me very much of The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe. I would very much like to hear the rest of it.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:02:00 No.12869527 Report

Quoted By: >>12869592

Minimalism is a growing trend. By getting rid of most of your shit, you can see what is really important to you.

http://zenhabits(dot)net/minimalist-fun-the-100-things-challenge/

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:02:00 No.12869529 Report

Quoted By: >>12869540

>>12869347
If that's true, then I guess that makes you and me those people you seem to dislike.

Anyway after he said that, it really put me in a comfortable place, which helped a lot with my first trip. After smoking the joint I asked him if he's ever done acid, and he said he'd try it someday but for now just liked babysitting. I would later learn he took a tab 15 minutes before I did.
We were looking at the sky when I noticed a tiny black line darting across the air. It slowly spread out into several lines that seemed to be getting bigger and more transparent. They looked like bombs falling, and as they got closer I covered my head and heard no crashing. That was when I realized the acid was kicking in.
It was much more mental than physical. The movies don't portray it at all how it really was for me. I thought abstract thoughts about everything, and saw a pattern in what mostly everyone did. I looked down from the bus roof and saw everyone hurrying about their business. I felt myself inside those people, thinking their rushed thoughts and living their lived. I snapped back to reality when a bird landed on the roof.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:03:00 No.12869540 Report

Quoted By: >>12869585 >>12869597 >>12869607 >>12869618 >>12869631 >>12869840

>>12869529

The bird started a train of thought that had me wondering what its name would be if it had a choice. Or if it would even accept a name, given the choice. I started thinking about how we carry these things around to show difference between one person and the next when we can't see each other. Names, to me, seemed like the most annoying part of civilized life. You don't get to decide at all what your name is! I thought about what life would be like if I had a different name. Entire lifetimes elapsed in my head.
Just then, I thought of something. I thought something along the lines of "I should name myself. It's up to me now." between the other millions of scattered thoughts trying to surface in my head.
It took me a long time, and I thought hard about each letter, each syllable, surname and fore. At the end of the trip, I asked the bus guy what his name was. He said "Call me Ken. What's your name?"
I looked him right in the eye and the name barreled forth without any thought of embarrassment: "Cyan. Cyan Melodic."

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:04:00 No.12869549 Report

Quoted By: >>12869634

Yup, but since I'm a girl I'd probably be brutally raped within the first week of hitchhiking/sleeping in strangers homes/living in the streets.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:08:00 No.12869585 Report

Quoted By: >>12869693

>>12869540

I have also thought alot about names and how forced they are while on shrooms, but i kinda kept mine out of respect since its symbolic to a death prior my birth. IDK, its still open for more thought.

Cyan Melodic sounds beautifull though.

Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:09:00 No.12869592 Report

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>>12869527
>mfw iPod was on the fucking must-keep list. what an un-zen faggot.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:10:00 No.12869597 Report

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>>12869540
ahahahahahahahahahahaha
this is an awesome parody of the typical retarded hippie loser, where are you pasting it from?

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:11:00 No.12869607 Report

Quoted By: >>12869693

>>12869540

It's fucking Ken Kesey. I knew it. God damn it. I want your life.

This was me. >>12869516

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:12:00 No.12869618 Report

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>>12869540
this is amazing, please keep posting... it's very touching, and VERY interesting to read. please go on as long as possible!

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:13:00 No.12869631 Report

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>>12869540

>>12869446
Thanks, as you can see my name is in my last post. Please keep it attached with my story, as I'd like to have my name on something other than my headstone.

>>12869452
Thanks.

>>12869475
No, I'm no troll.

>>12869516
I've never read it but know quite a bit about Leary and his comrades. I can't confirm this, but the guy I referred to as the Bus Guy... I'm pretty sure it was Ken Kesey. I know about the book and have read summaries and excerpts and it sounds just like him. Maybe I met up with him early on, before he had to run to Mexico and possibly before he knew he was starting a counterculture crusade. I might have been in the prototype group. I don't know. This is just what I experienced. I also never asked for his last name, but the description matches almost completely. Also, he never told me the bus had a name, so that tells you about how early on I met him.

Anyway, with my new name out and in the air, I felt like a completely upgraded version of myself. It was like I was finally ME. Later on I legally changed my name to Cyan Melodic and it is still that today. He said he liked it, and I never told him my old name so I figured it wouldn't do any harm. He told the others and that's what I was.
What's weird though, is that while my head was a sea swimming with the billions of fish that were ideas and thoughts and dreams... I thought of a name. Even stranger, is that I would later find Cyan Melodic has a very close relation to my old name. I don't know and can't explain how I came up with it. It "just came to me", as they say.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:14:00 No.12869634 Report

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>>12869549
Ungrateful! At least youre getting laid.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:15:00 No.12869642 Report

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ITT: A guy with a cool story and some jealous drones.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:19:00 No.12869679 Report

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Alright, I requested an archive on this thread.

Keep going, story guy.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:19:00 No.12869681 Report

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I'd love to just up and leave working myself from place to place travelling as much of the world as I can do so this way.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:20:00 No.12869693 Report

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>>12869585
Actually, my old name does have to do with the same thing. My mother was adopted by a woman who had a still-birth. If it wasn't for that child's death, my mom wouldn't have found a mother and I wouldn't be here. She named me after my late adoptive uncle.
I don't mind when my family or old friends call me it though.
Thank you by the way. It fit together so well to me, I almost thought I was a genius. A bit inflated of an ego I had, but it still fit.

>>12869597
This isn't copypasta, and is no parody. This is my original content, coming straight from my brain. I'm sorry if it seems like I'm satirizing or parodying a member of a certain culture. While you find it amusing, I do not. I do appreciate some good satire and parodies and mockumentaries but this is not that.

>>12869607
I'm pretty positive it was as well. Then again, I don't think Ken Kesey was in a war, but then again again, I don't know much about him. Not data-wise at least. I know the emotions and actions and philosophies but not much personal information.

>>12869618
Thank you. I'll continue. It's a bit hard with the word limit, having to splice up my posts but I'll keep it up.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:24:00 No.12869736 Report

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Thread 12868084 has already been archived.

It is probably still waiting to be reviewed by the mods, which means it can take a few days until it is available in the archive.

Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:25:00 No.12869747 Report

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this is the only real life for us

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:26:00 No.12869751 Report

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Ive just requested it to be archived aswell...

Also Bumpan.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:30:00 No.12869805 Report

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awesome story keep it up

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:30:00 No.12869814 Report

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It's been saved here for all to read.

http://vagabondacrosstheworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/hitchhiking-from-michigan-to-florida.html

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:34:00 No.12869840 Report

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>>12869540
We sat for a while, and talked about just a few things. Most of the time, I was riding on the high that was the new excitement of being truly free. I realized that I was invisible to the world, except when I wanted to be seen. It was astounding.
The others didn't bother us the entire time, apparently what I did was considered almost holy and to disturb me with Ken while tripping hard for the first time would have been a pretty shitty thing to do. When I looked over the edge to hop down, Mary was leaning against the bus, head up, arms against the side. I asked her what she was doing, and she said she was waiting for me. That was the first time I can remember getting one of those flutters in your heart that actually feels nice instead of terrifying.
I told her about my time and she said she liked my name. She said she knew it was my new name by the way I said it, like I was pronouncing a new word for the first few times. We walked the beach until about noon, when we found a cove to swim to. She was a rocket through the water, somehow swimming at what looked like a casual pace but meters in front of me at any given time. She was such an enigma, I can't help but think of her so highly.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:37:00 No.12869878 Report

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>>12869840
Once we got to the cove, we looked around and found a lot of life in the little spot of land and rock on the ocean. There were crabs, little birds and even a family of manatees swimming near the edge of the cove.
After letting our childlike wonder take its course on the wildlife, we sat at the edge of the cove, talking about how there was so much life all around us, and how sad it was that people ignore it or see it as a burden. I told her about a stray dog I used to feed on my way to school, and how one day I saw it lying dead in the road. I talked about how I felt so angry at everyone, that nobody cared such a kind and harmless thing had its life taken away so brutally.
She moved closer and held my hand. My chest was cold on the inside from the adrenaline. She started talking about how much she loved to just watch life, and how her garden she had at her home was like her perfect place. She loved to watch as throughout the year, life sprung forth from it in the form of plants or small animals living with the plants. She even let the pests stay, because they had a right to live, just as much as the plants they ate did. The adrenaline was still coursing about my body, and light-headed I rationalized that we must really be for each other and that no matter what I said or did, she found it interesting or at the least not disgusting.
Then I leaned over and kissed her, on the cheek. I was so tense and anxious I nearly missed and got her nose. She looked down a little bit, closed her eyes and smiled. I felt like I was doing everything right, like life was really treating me to a good time. I didn't anticipate any negative incidents but knew when they came I'd take them with just as much integrity and acceptance as now.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:43:00 No.12869944 Report

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>>12869878

>I was so tense and anxious I nearly missed and got her nose.

D'awwwwwww....you're so adorable. :3

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:43:00 No.12869948 Report

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This story. OP, what year does this take place?

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:48:00 No.12870009 Report

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>>12869878
The next few weeks consisted of me working for cash to buy necessities for the group (everyone else pitched in as well) but also for myself. I bonded and learned a lot from everyone there, and Ken treated me like a real person instead of what I was on paper.
We decided to change scenery, so after a month or so we had all saved up our cash and bought winter clothes; we were going to Aspen, Colorado.
I had always been with the bus, but never ON the bus. It was a whole new experience, and when you're taking turns at the wheel and still living as if you were right there on the beach... I don't know, it was, to me, the best possible road trip. I didn't do any acid or shrooms or anything really, mostly just smoked pot when I didn't have anything that was a superior priority at hand. I felt like I was in a family, we all knew each other so well, most of us knew stuff about each other even their parents didn't know.
When we got to Aspen, it was already snowing. We decided to go to a place a little closer to sea level, as we had never had such a trouble catching our breaths while just walking up a set of stairs. I don't remember the name of the town, but it was very peaceful and quiet and everybody was very friendly but still cautious. It was a bit close to the urban areas so every now and then I met someone whom I could tell wouldn't trust me at all. It's a strange thing, being able to read people just by how they look at you when they're talking. Or how they reword sentences to give a different idea of themselves. I'm straight with everyone so it was a foreign concept.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:49:00 No.12870021 Report

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Man, that van you were talking about... I can only imagine the foul stench of a bunch of filthy hippies packed up together in such a small space.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:49:00 No.12870024 Report

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bumping for victory
also, not sure if troll but cool story anyway

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:50:00 No.12870031 Report

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>>12870009
Anyway, one day the heating unit in the bus broke so a Hispanic guy named Rito (ree-toh) who was in the group took it into town to get it fixed. One other guy whose name I forget and Mary went with. Mary needed laundry detergent and the other guy just wanted to get out of the farmhouse/hotel. It was more of a bed and breakfast made out of a VERY large house. We also worked for them, the older couple who owned the place, for room and board. They were a bit frail so even things like getting heavy boxes were helpful favors to them. we got along very well, though they tended to call us "hip folk". I think they meant "hippies" but we didn't mind at all.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:50:00 No.12870037 Report

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Excited for this story. :D

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 05:52:00 No.12870055 Report

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finally something good on /r9k/

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:00:00 No.12870153 Report

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your story intrigues me and I wish to subscribe to your newsletter

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:00:00 No.12870156 Report

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Bumping this for awesome story.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:04:00 No.12870196 Report

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Archive requested. Anyone want to second that?

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:07:00 No.12870234 Report

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>>12870021
... We bathed. I don't know why you implied that we didn't keep our hygiene at a base level at least, but we bathed. I most especially, because I liked a girl but everyone there kept themselves clean. I think you get that idea from a different culture that you seem to have mushed into ours.

>>12870031
I always got up early to help the older gentleman move the tables back into place (They were put up at night), so I had a lot of time to do things during the day. When Mary and Rito and the other guy left, I was already vacuuming the room I was in. I mostly helped clean but sometimes would help lift a car up that needed a spare tire and the like. The older man needed me to come into town with him to get a solvent that would get rid of the salt residue on his car. He had a very nice 1967 Chevelle SS with a blue racing stripe down the center, surrounded by black. He took me into town and I while the men talked to each other at the counter, I wandered along the aisles, just looking about. Who do I find browsing the linen and washing supply aisle other than Mary. Every time we met, it felt like the universe or fate or some power was pushing us together, trying to get us to be with one another. It was a nice feeling.
I told her my position here and she said the mechanic shop was right around the corner. She already had the detergent so she helped me find the solvent the farm owner was looking for. After that I told the guy I was going to get a bite to eat. He said he'd be talking about cattle still by the time we got back. I left with a hearty laugh and Mary and I snuck into an alley and smoked a few joints. We walked to the other end of the alley, away from the store, and found a perpendicular alley running through this one.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:08:00 No.12870239 Report

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> The bird started a train of thought that had me wondering what its name would be if it had a choice. Or if it would even accept a name, given the choice.

I LOL'D

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:08:00 No.12870250 Report

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>>12870234
Only at the end of the wall was not just a cluttering of trash and locked doors and actual vagabonds.
A mural was painted onto the wall, a legitimate 25 foot tall 40 foot wide (estimate) mural. It was worn down, but looked like a grassy field with people sitting in a circle. The sun was high above their heads, a nearly yellow-white ball. It was so well done I almost mistook it for a printed photo seen up close. The people were holding hands, and in the bottom right hand corner were tons of peoples' names, all inside a big green peace sign. Above the whole mural was a dark blue, very well done word. It read "HARMONY" and whoever did it must have had been a calligraphy master, it looked like it was again printed on paper. I lit up another smaller joint and leaned against the wall with Mary. She held my hand again and we talked about all the details in the painting. I told her how sad it was, that such a masterpiece like this, that expressed so many positive ideas instead of what we're used to seeing, was just trapped here on this wall where nobody would see it in the next 20 years. She turned and looked at me, and said in such a tender and soft voice, "I'm... it's very cold." I nodded and before I could raise my head to the mural again she kissed me on the lips. I didn't react to it while it was happening, it caught me so off guard that I just kept my face the same, no pursing of the lips or anything. She pulled away, and when I saw that she saw my obviously shocked face, I felt pretty bad. She must have thought I was repulsed by her, but I was merely startled. I had to save the moment and not ruin her happiness, so I tilted my head and gave the best attempt at a first kiss that I could muster. As far as I can tell, it went very well. She turned away from me, then took a step backwards (toward me) and pulled my arms around her. Her face was beaming again, and it made me feel like the best person in the world, to have made her that happy.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:09:00 No.12870254 Report

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Everyday, OP... Everyday...

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:15:00 No.12870307 Report

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OP is edgy because he has a fight club picture.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:22:00 No.12870396 Report

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>>12870250
While holding her, I noticed a purple mark on her shoulder, and on top of it a pinkish, rectangular scar. I asked what it was and she got very skiddish. I knew I had just messed up our great vibes we were sharing so I instead got her to talk about it. I told her I was curious and that if it was painful I could either be here for support or understand if she didn't want to talk about it. She said she trusted me and said that I probably noticed she wasn't one of the people at the fire in Florida who explained their story. She said she was only with the group for a little while and was just as new as me. She said she had a little brother who meant the world to her but was very sick. Her dad was an alkie and her mom was to scared to do anything, so whenever the dad wanted to take his anger out on the boy, she would step in and take the hit. Her mom was abused too, but never did anything about the son's encounters. She said he would have killed the poor kid if he ever actually got his hands on him. She told me a pretty long story that in summation involved the kid's sickness getting so bad he needed a certain type of treatment that costs a lot of money. She was never specific but I think this might have been a form of cancer.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:23:00 No.12870404 Report

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>>12870396
Anyway, she forged her mother's information to get the kid insurance, which Mary paid by working during the day, and protecting the kid at night (dad worked during the day). She was saving up to get her own place for her and her brother when one day the kid got so sick he convulsed or something like that and threw up all over the carpet. She was on her way home from work when the dad was waking up from a nap. She didn't know he was home so she stopped at a friend's house first. The dad saw the puke and got so angry by the time she was home the kid was long gone. His neck was snapped and according to the police, one half of all of his ribs were broken. She tried to fight her dad (who wasn't in jail because he made it look like the kid fell down the stairs, even though he could barely walk without help) but he knocked her out cold. She was a small girl so it made sense. When she woke up she was locked in the basement. She screamed for help and her dad came downstairs with a cord from a hair drier he had heated up on the stove. He whipped her with it so hard that one lash on the shoulder made the end actually stick into her skin. She eventually broke a window and escaped.
I was stunned to say the least, and I said a lot of comforting things throughout the explanation to keep her from crying or being upset. She said she never told anyone her life story and she was glad I was the first one to hear it. She didn't even tell Ken about it.
When I realized that not even the most trusted man in our group knew these details about this girl I admired very much, and that she would be willing to tell me after just a month or so of knowing each other... I think that was the moment when I knew I felt actual love for another person.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:28:00 No.12870464 Report

Quoted By: >>12870777

Don't mean to offend here but OP, hurry up will you.
While I do find your story fascinating, it needs to get to the part that explains why are you here on 4chan, typing this.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:28:00 No.12870466 Report

Quoted By: >>12870511

Hey Cyan, Could you post your story here as you write it please. Ive been reading since your first post and its just going 3:30am here so I need to get some sleep but I just dont want to miss out on any of it.

Ive copied most of it in for you. Thanks, this means alot.

http://notepad.cc/toitooshe4

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:31:00 No.12870511 Report

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>>12870466
Just check the blog up there, I'll be posting as he goes. I have everything up to this point and I'll be here all night.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:32:00 No.12870527 Report

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>>12870511

Ah thanks anon. I wasn't sure if you where still around or not.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:35:00 No.12870559 Report

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>>12870404
I heard a voice calling Mary. It was Rito, and we walked to him. We exchanged hellos and he said they were good to go. They asked if I wanted a ride back but I said I'd help the man at the store so I told them I'd be getting a ride with him. Mary kissed me and said goodbye and "Okay, we'll meet you there!" Mary's face was really peaceful and accepting when I said that, not at all disappointed. It made me adore her so much, I was thinking about her the entire time I was in the shop. It turns out the older guy was still chatting but needed other things, so we took a good half hour comparing different products like grain feed and tractor parts and the such. He told me he thought "that girl" and I looked nice together, and I told him I agreed and appreciated the observation. He told me about how he and his wife have that kind of connection; two very different people who completely understand and accept each other because they think very similarly. He told me a few anecdotes about he and his wife and I started thinking "what if"s about Mary and I. What if we were together for a very long time? What if after we left the group, we stayed together? Many people who rode the bus kept in touch after their journey ended, so it made sense. I pondered for a while until right as I was about to fantasize Mary and I on a sailboat together.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:35:00 No.12870567 Report

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My useless shit is the only thing in my life that I am satisfied with. Could I live without it? Sure. But why would I want to.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:36:00 No.12870569 Report

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>>12870527

I think we're all still here waiting to see how this ends. Pretty epic journey so far.
I have a feeling there is a sad ending to it though.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:39:00 No.12870623 Report

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>>12870569
Yeah, he is on 4chan

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:42:00 No.12870662 Report

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>>12870569

mfw Cyan Melodic actually died and all this is written by Mary

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:44:00 No.12870687 Report

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MOAR!

> chmentio effect

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:51:00 No.12870777 Report

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>>12870464
Sorry, I do tend to ramble. Bookmark that guy's blog link though, he's been updating it.

As I was in the middle of my thought of sailing along the coast of the Carribean, I got this awful pang in my stomach. I wasn't hungry and usually didn't get an ache like this. It wasn't a stomach ache, or anything like it. It was just a pit feeling, like when you fall on a rollercoaster (like those poles that drop you and stop you at the last second). I suddenly felt very worried and nervous about the group, like maybe they had been arrested. We had run in with the law before, but they knew we were harmless and usually left us alone. Maybe someone started a fight? That didn't make sense either, people barley disagreed with one another in the group, much less us starting confrontation. Then I thought that maybe it was Ken, in trouble somehow. I asked the farmer how long til we could leave, and he said we were done already and just waiting for a box to put our stuff in.
I told him about the strange feeling in my gut, and he sped home in the Chevelle faster than I thought he would want to push the car. It wasn't considered an antique back then but we were doing nearly 80mph on country roads.
When we pulled into the driveway, I was already halfway out of the car. The bus was here, but nobody was outside. I broke through the door and nearly knocked the screen door off its hinges.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:52:00 No.12870781 Report

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>>12870777
I saw one of the other girls, Sammy, walk quickly across a hallway. I ran up to her and asked what happened. She asked me how I knew and I said I just felt it. She didn't say anything for a while, but when she opened her mouth, Ken came through the door.
I turned around, thinking it was the farmer but when I saw it was Ken, my eyes widened and I started asking questions really fast. Between "Is everyone okay" and "Where's Mary and Rito" his face went very solemn. I didn't know the other guy's name, so I didn't ask. I obviously was more concerned with his facial expression. He put his hand on my shoulder and walked me upstairs, to me room. I kept trying to go the opposite way, thinking all the action was outside because I saw police lights and a few people gathered around the porch. He pulled me a bit the other way and we went to the room I was in.
He sat me down on the end of the bed but I was uncomfortable with that so we both sat on the floor, me against the bed, him opposite of me. He looked like he just lost a very close friend, so I kept trying to figure out who it could have been and how.
The bus was here, but I didn't see Rito, Mary, that other guy or anyone really, besides Sammy. I told Ken that no matter what it was, he could tell me. I needed to know, the suspense was killing me and I needed to know that at the least Mary wasn't involved and just off somewhere, daydreaming about her and her brother as children, playing in a field or something.
It's hard to go into detail now, mostly because I suppressed it for a VERY long time before even realizing it happened and partly because it's... well just let me tell you what happened.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:52:00 No.12870782 Report

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Come on, Cyan!

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:52:00 No.12870787 Report

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>>12870777
OH GOD MAYBE >>12870662 WAS RIGHT D:

NOOOOOO

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:57:00 No.12870824 Report

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F5-ing right now

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:57:00 No.12870839 Report

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inb4 open the door, get on the floor, everybody walk the dinosaur.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 06:59:00 No.12870854 Report

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>>12870839
if this occurs i will be very disappoint

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:00:00 No.12870863 Report

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f5an like a motherfucker.

Golden !!F9ZTkjqwU

Golden !!F9ZTkjqwU Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:00:00 No.12870864 Report

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>>12868084
i've done this. i recommend it for everyone. i threw/gave away all but what could fit in a backpack, and then traveled India, Bhutan, Nepal, Thailand, Chile, Brazil and Europe for about 4 years straight.

I found ways to make money on the road after my initial funds ran out (which were savings from work and the few things i sold. You can live cheaply in Asia and S. America, and in Europe you can get work sometimes as construction labor or waiter or the like.

learning to live without shit is liberating as fuck. Now i don't stress as much when i'm broke.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:00:00 No.12870865 Report

Quoted By: >>12870938

>>12868084
Just off subject. I remember when fight club just came out. There was this artcle in a fashion mag about the fashion of fight club. It was pretty much a list of cloths in the movie and how much they were. Every thing Tyler wore was more then $100 each. His jacket was like $500

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:03:00 No.12870894 Report

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>>12870781
At this point I was extremely worried. I had never felt this way in my life, like there was something sinking in the pit of my chest. What had happened? Was she dead? Was Rito dead? I could deal with that, if it was only him. I started to grow hatred in my mind toward Ken for not telling me what was going on. I kept asking and asking and he would just look at me, like someone who was about to die or face something terrible. Finally I think he could sense my rising anger, and he conceded to tell me. He moved closer to the bed, and sat right next to me. His hand placed on my shoulder now, he looked me right in the eyes. My heart was pounding. It was at this point he informed me that Mary was a bear.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:03:00 No.12870898 Report

Quoted By: >>12870949

>>12870781
Ken slowly tried to explain it, carefully choosing his words. I got really angry because it was obviously about Mary and he was keeping something from me. If she was hurt I NEEDED to know, just to know whether I should stop worrying or not, and why the bus was pulled up into the grass a lot more than usual.
I got him to pick up the pace and turned into a real asshole doing it. It was probably the rudest I ever was to anyone, especially Ken, but I think he understood why I was so passionate.
As you know, Mary left long before I did. As you also may remember, it was winter. There was snow everywhere and the main roads were shit. The country roads kept themselves clear with salt. Rito took the bus back on the main roads, and everything went fine. When they pulled in, however, they decided to stop and smoke in the bus. We all did it in there, out of respect for the older folks. After Rito and Mary and the other guy were done smoking, the other guy went inside, out the back door of the bus because it was closer and the front door often jammed. Rito asked Mary to keep the bus running while he went inside to get his bag. He needed to put antifreeze in the bus so it wouldn't overheat. Mary instead told him she would get his bag for him. As she got off the bus from the front door, she slipped on a patch of ice and hit her head on the last step of the bus. She was unconscious and lying underneath the bus. Rito was still sitting in the back where the heater was and didn't hear her slip or hit her head. He got in the driver's seat to pull the bus onto the grass. He didn't see the other guy running toward him waving until it was too late. Her head was perfectly aligned with the tire and she died nearly instantly.

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:05:00 No.12870920 Report

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ITT : Poor people
>poorpeopleblox

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Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:07:00 No.12870938 Report

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>>12870865
"i look like you wanna look"

He was made to look royale but like he still found the shit in the garbage.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:07:00 No.12870941 Report

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hmmm

idk, I'm going to try to avoid collecting stuff after I graduate.

I'm going to get stuff, nice stuff, but I'm going to focus on only keeping things that I use often.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:07:00 No.12870946 Report

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I feel sad right now.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:07:00 No.12870949 Report

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>>12870898
omg... ; _ ; whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
why blockw

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:08:00 No.12870964 Report

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>>12870950
how long ago was this ?

where are you now ? and how ?

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:10:00 No.12870981 Report

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>>12870950
Ha thanks. Very interesting story. Please tell everything, up until "when you wound up on 4chan" as the other anon put it. I know I will read it.

Also could you give us the years this took place in and your age?

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:12:00 No.12870999 Report

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read Vagabonding by Rolf Potts. It details how to travel and live on the cheap.

I've always wanted to take a year off and travel, but coming back would be a bitch. I'd have no job and I'd be homeless. I wish I knew what I knew now when I was still living with my parents, it would have been easy. Oh well, back to my dead-end job and pointless life tomorrow

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:13:00 No.12871011 Report

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ITT: cool story bro

and too bad for those who tl;dr

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:13:00 No.12871020 Report

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>>12868084
do it.
then write a book about and title it "into the wild"

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:14:00 No.12871028 Report

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wheres the tldr

tldrbl;oxxx

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:14:00 No.12871030 Report

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>>12870894
I lol'd so heartily that my brother came in the room to see what was happening.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:16:00 No.12871058 Report

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>>12870950

Wow Cyan. I'm so sorry. You're going to make me cry.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:20:00 No.12871088 Report

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DAMN RITO!!!

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:21:00 No.12871107 Report

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The end? come onnnn nowwww don't do that to us. theres gotta be something more!

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:22:00 No.12871109 Report

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Yes, OP.

I fucking hate working full time in a stressful job I have no interest in. I'm too young for this shit, life shouldn't be this way.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:23:00 No.12871119 Report

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This is one of the most amazing story I've ever read. I feel grateful for you sharing this with such anonymous people, yet putting in it such passion. I really appreciate that

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:28:00 No.12871196 Report

Quoted By: >>12871274

The baww thread to end all baww threads.

Saddest shit ever. ;_;

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:31:00 No.12871237 Report

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>>12871155

feel your sorrow man, I do

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:32:00 No.12871252 Report

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>>12871155
>>12871155
holy fuck........ ; _ :
block
best thread ever

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:34:00 No.12871267 Report

Quoted By: >>12871385

I just withdrew from an academic scholarship from the most prestigious law school in my country with 1 year left on completing my degree, with a major specialization in Corporate Law & Litigation.

Average Salary for a Graduate = $300k USD per annum.

I sold the majority of what I own.

I am packing up what I kept, moving 1000 miles south with the girl of my dreams, finding some little dinky shack we can set up in and making old fashioned hand crafted childrens toys out of metal and wood, along with other assorted creative pieces (example: I made a lamp out of an antique camera tripod recently.)

Why?

Because I don't give a fuck, and it will make me happy <3

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:34:00 No.12871274 Report

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>>12871196
I disagree. I find Cyan's story very uplifting and fascinating.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:35:00 No.12871278 Report

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>>12871155

Fucking hell man.

I got so much hope from your story and then it ended like that. I hope you have a good life from now on, you deserve it.

Have you ever considered writing that up a bit more thoroughly? You could probably turn it into a short story and get it published in something.

Worth thinking about.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:35:00 No.12871287 Report

Quoted By: >>12871341

>>12871155
This is really an inspiring story, Cyan. I can't even begin to comprehend what you've been through, but you did a great job at describing it.
All I can say is that you are the kind of man I'd like to meet in real life, what you wrote here is really breath-taking. Also, good luck with your life, I really mean it.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:36:00 No.12871297 Report

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Hey, Cyan blog guy here. I'm assuming everything is posted this time around so I went ahead and updated. Thanks for letting me use your amazing story.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:39:00 No.12871333 Report

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>>12871258
Cyan, may l ask where in lllinois you're from? l am also from Illinois, and if we're close, l'd like to chill, smoke a fat bong and talk sometime.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:39:00 No.12871341 Report

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>>12871287
Also, I feel I could never cope with such a loss.

Bamboozle

Bamboozle Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:40:00 No.12871361 Report

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Wow...
Just... I don't even know what to say, man...
Thanks. Thank you, I mean it.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:41:00 No.12871366 Report

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>>12871155
What'd you do with the gun?

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:42:00 No.12871385 Report

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>>12871267

What? That's an absolute bullshit statistic. Law school isn't worth anything these days for the most part, and at most you're going to start at 160k. Even people from T14 schools are unemployed these days.

Anyways this thread isn't the place for that: I'm sorry for your loss Cyan, the story has inspired me though.

Anonymous

WTF???

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:48:00 No.12871443 Report

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Are you guys smoking too? Lame lame lame story. Horrible. Reminds me of that crappy auther JT Leroy that wrote an autobiographical story, and was exposed as a fraud (woman author posing as a much younger trap.) Poor writing too. You should all be ashamed for encouraging this ass.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:49:00 No.12871459 Report

Quoted By: >>12871505

>>12871258
Cyan since you're that old, what's your view on your life? Was it a good life? I kinda wish I was young in 70's. (I was born in '88).
Anyway, you seem like my type of person. I never posted in a single hookup/rate me thread, but I'm gonna ask it now: if you have MSN, I'd like to talk with you sometimes, man.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:53:00 No.12871505 Report

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>>12871459

Agreed. I'd like to talk to you as well. I don't care if this is a farce of some sort. I want to hear more. I want to know you.
I'm the person that commented on your Ken being Ken Kesey.

Ares !!0olXDmwWy

Ares !!0olXDmwWy Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:54:00 No.12871527 Report

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>>12871480
l'm just outside of Joliet. We're about a hundred miles away (as l'm sure you know), but l'd gladly take the drive sometime.

May l have your e-mail or messenger or something?

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 07:55:00 No.12871540 Report

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Dude. Cyan.
I know this is 4chan, and whatever.

But that was tearjerking. An amazing story, truly.

I'd brohug you if I could.

;=;

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:00:00 No.12871599 Report

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Cyan man, you're a really cool dude. Awesome story. I was wondering though, if you could be anything at all, what would you be?

...I'd be a frog wizard

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:00:00 No.12871604 Report

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Cyan, you singlehandedly restored my faith into /r9k/.
I applaud you sir.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:02:00 No.12871622 Report

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This is the best thread ever.

Cyan = God

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:04:00 No.12871652 Report

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>>12871480
Holy crap, you sound like an awesome guy. I just want to say that I found your story inspirational, although I'm sorry it ended so sadly =(

Would you say it's easier or harder to get into a mechanical institute now? I'm really into working on cars, although I'm unemployed and don't have any money for college.

Ares !!0olXDmwWy

Ares !!0olXDmwWy Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:04:00 No.12871655 Report

Quoted By:

>>12871629
Get on aim :P

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:08:00 No.12871686 Report

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It's funny to see how motorcycle repair attracts some interesting pot-smoking folks. I know a few other IRL.

What drew you into this?

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:10:00 No.12871703 Report

Quoted By: >>12871789 >>12871795

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:11:00 No.12871725 Report

Quoted By: >>12871789 >>12871795

>>12871584
Yeah, I get you. I agree with that. I'm only 22 now but I feel... old. I just kinda feel lost, at the moment.
There's this line... "You gave me life, now, show me how to live". It seems like you found the way. And I can only wish that, once I truly do get old, I can turn back and look at my life and say it was a good life.
That's why I wish to get to know you better, because I agree that there's more to life then working from 9 'till 5 every day, and mimicking everyone else.
Too bad you're on the other end of the world so I can't meet you in person.
Well, if you change your mind, post your MSN while thread is still alive. Or at least don't lose your trip. You'll be the ONLY tripfag I actually love.
>>12871584
Yeah, I get you. I agree with that. I'm only 22 now but I feel... old. I just kinda feel lost, at the moment.
There's this line... "You gave me life, now, show me how to live". It seems like you found the way. And I can only wish that, once I truly do get old, I can turn back and look at my life and say it was a good life.
That's why I wish to get to know you better, because I agree that there's more to life then working from 9 'till 5 every day, and mimicking everyone else.
Too bad you're on the other end of the world so I can't meet you in person.
Well, if you change your mind, post your MSN while thread is still alive. Or at least don't lose your trip. You'll be the ONLY tripfag I actually love.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:13:00 No.12871744 Report

Quoted By: >>12871789 >>12871795

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:15:00 No.12871758 Report

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/r9k/'s thread of the year, all years

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:16:00 No.12871789 Report

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>>12871703
>>12871725
>>12871725
>>12871744
Are you spamming the thread to keep it from dying, or are you just retarded? Well, either way, you're retarded, because if it's the former, you're bringing it closer and closer to 300 posts and auto-sage, and with all the anons who love Mr. Cyan, this thread won't die on its own.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:17:00 No.12871795 Report

Quoted By:

>>12871744
>>12871725
>>12871703
Sorry I don't know what the hell happened here my internet went crazy.

Also, I'll save your mail Cyan. I'll write you.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:18:00 No.12871807 Report

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>>12871699
>likes electric wizard
I think I love you.

holy fucking jesus

holy fucking jesus Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:23:00 No.12871828 Report

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holy fucking jesus

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:24:00 No.12871845 Report

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Cyan
have you ever revisited that mural?

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:29:00 No.12871925 Report

Quoted By: >>12872082 >>12872098

I wish I could do this. I can't believe that only three and a bit years ago I was a 16 year old fresh out of school convinced I wasn't gonna end up another office clone and just live the good life, but here I am, working 9-5 in a job causing me nothing but stress which has totally robbed me of the only passion I've ever really had for guitar because I'm just too damn drained all the time.

What can you do, though?

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:37:00 No.12872020 Report

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You've probably heard about them, but in case you haven't, try Blut Aus Nord. I've been listening to them for about half an hour and they are amazing!

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:43:00 No.12872082 Report

Quoted By: >>12872141

>>12871925
just fucking quit and get an easy part time job. if you're 19 or 20, you have no responsibilities there's no reason not to. find some bros to live with if you might struggle to pay rent

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:43:00 No.12872083 Report

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Cyan I understand you do not want / can't get in love again.
But...
Since you're 54 if I remember correctly, don't you regret you don't have any children?

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:44:00 No.12872098 Report

Quoted By: >>12872141

>>12871925
My advice to you is to follow your dream, although i'm 20, so not quite the right person to listen to, but i've had my share of idiocy and mainly went against the flow and still i'm here(not a good example posting on 4chan lol), studying. I believe it to be a fool's luck. Sorry about rusty english.
Pic related.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:48:00 No.12872141 Report

Quoted By: >>12872172

>>12872082
Part-time would be fine, yeah, I've said as much myself a few times. If I had people I could get an apartment I would but I don't know a single person with whom that's a viable option (still live with my parents).

>>12872098
I'm kinda curious, any more details?

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:48:00 No.12872144 Report

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>>12871833

And now that you know everything about bikes, what about going vagabond again? I would love doing that myself, but lacks the experience with mechanics (esp. the stuff that requires force and being careful, such as changing tires on those fancy spoked-but-tubeless BMW rims). Bike + tent + money to pay gas for 2-3 days = grin, whatever the weather. I would love to ride for months in south america, for example.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:51:00 No.12872172 Report

Quoted By: >>12872270

>>12872141
Details such as?

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:54:00 No.12872202 Report

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Hey, Cyan. Thank you for sharing your story. Many times I've wished for the freedom you achieved. Your story gives me a bit of hope that maybe one day I'll come close.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:57:00 No.12872228 Report

Quoted By:

hey David... good luck brah

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:59:00 No.12872266 Report

Quoted By:

I'm sorry if it has been answered already, but may I ask how you first encountered 4chan?

It's not usual you see someone of your experience nor as interesting as you on here.

I'm sorry for your loss, and thank you greatly for sharing your story and experiences.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 08:59:00 No.12872270 Report

Quoted By: >>12872628

>>12872172
Just what you mean by you've gone against the flow, really.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 09:02:00 No.12872310 Report

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>>12871984

You probably should revisit it at least once. It can help to soothe emotions, if you're after that sort of thing. Worked wonders for me with something similar.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 09:10:00 No.12872412 Report

Quoted By: >>12872528

That was an awesome story.

It's a shame, these days I doubt anyone could just leave home to travel and have such an interesting experience.

You probably wouldn't really meet many cool or interesting people because no one cares about other people anymore, and everyone just wants to work their 9 - 5 jobs so they can keep buying so much crap.

I wish I could just walk away from my life but it just doesn't seem like something that can be done these days.
It seems like such a pre-1980's thing to do.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 09:10:00 No.12872421 Report

Quoted By:

How come this hasn't been archived? This is the most archive worthy thread I've seen in a while.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 09:15:00 No.12872497 Report

Quoted By:

>>12872268
Fanciness comes at a price. What really makes me rage is all the "disposable" stuff you have to throw away if you ever dismount it. But I still think that once you know your bike (and pick one that is not too fancy) and have some nice parts suppliers that can ship worldwide, you can keep them running. As long as you don't pay attention to the look (probably better in south america anyway) and some "minor" stuff not working as well as it used to be...

Or you could just get rid of the motor. Bicycle. More time to enjoy the scenery, less gas, less parts ... wanted to cross Maine this way, but it turned out a lots of lumber roads are private and bikes are not allowed there.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 09:17:00 No.12872528 Report

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>>12872412

I don't know about walking away from life, but just saying fuck it and trying to do something isn't so strange.

It's definatly not like it used to be. You couldn't go off and live with some hippies on a bus, because there aren't any hippies living in buses really.

I guess there are still wierd people out there though. There was a guy here that was in his 20s who had not long ago lived in Brazil for something over a year having ditched his live in America. He came back though.

But he said he wasn't much more stable as he was now playing in bands in Austin TX and pursuing music.

You can still say fuck society I guess, maybe not "fuck life". Or maybe you can, but it's just a challenge. It isn't the safe thing to do. Cyan could have gotten shot by the dude selling crack or gone to jail for assaulting that guy and stealing from that safe. His life would have been a whole lot different and not nearly as romantic probably.

It's just whatever you want to do anon.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 09:25:00 No.12872628 Report

Quoted By: >>12872882

>>12872270
Going with the flow may be a bit inaccurate term. Plain stupidity may be more appropriate.

I was always an idealist(meaning doing shit and hoping for the best) and this attitude almost fucked up my life, like falling out of school, never getting to college, getting a bad job which turns you, as you said, into a clone, having no spare time etc. I'm in a similar situation as you(don't live with parents but dependent on their money), but if i ever got my ass full of this college shit(for the time being i won't but, alas!, my fool's luck seems to be abandoning me), i'd leave it and do something else(though not without analysing the whole situation), something that makes me alive and not a drone. I know such robojobs, been doing them already(luckily only through summer). Still an idealistfag tho.

I'd tl;dr but you may call me a lazy fag.

Tl;dr do what YOU want, smaller things often have a way of sorting themselves out.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 09:43:00 No.12872882 Report

Quoted By: >>12872914

>>12872628
Nothing wrong with being lazy. There's nothing to be proud of in living a shitty stressful dull life.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 09:46:00 No.12872914 Report

Quoted By: >>12873133

>>12872882
>Be lazy
>No hobbies
>Lead stressful dull life
Yeah, no.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:03:00 No.12873133 Report

Quoted By: >>12873187 >>12873212

>>12872914
What? No, I'm saying being "lazy" is better than a typical "successful" life (that being, dull and stressful).

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:06:00 No.12873187 Report

Quoted By: >>12873236

>>12873133
Well, living jobless and in debt with parents who despise you isn't exactly that opposite of dull and stressful >.>

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:09:00 No.12873212 Report

Quoted By: >>12873285

>>12873133
While I do agree that going after "successful" life (boring job, house, kids, car and all that) just because it's expected of you is just stupid...
Having an easy job, lots of free time, and being a lazy and easy going in general isn't any better if you just waste your life away.
If you're turning your life into Fight Club then at least fight, don't spend your days just fapping and smoking weed.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:10:00 No.12873236 Report

Quoted By: >>12873298

>>12873187
Yeah, I know. Neither are ideal, that's why I admire Cyan's story, it's neither of the two.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:13:00 No.12873285 Report

Quoted By:

>>12873212
I dunno, maybe, depends on your definition of a wasted life I suppose. I wouldn't just wanna sit around doing nothing, I'd pursue interests and all, but I'd love to even just having the option of sitting around doing nothing if I feel like it.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:14:00 No.12873292 Report

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No, I've never wanted that. I have a job that I really enjoy that actually makes me a very good amount of money. I have no debt and a standard of living most people would be envious of. Selling all my things and living 'for the fuck of it' sounds like a nightmare to me.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:15:00 No.12873298 Report

Quoted By: >>12873308 >>12873367

>>12873236

Because he actually met people while being a vegabond(sp?).

Even though clearly there was a point where he just had a job and stayed in a shitty apartment, but he got fed up with it and got out of there to florida and met the pot smokers living out of a van.

Then through that he met the bus man, who was a guy shitting in an alley. And think about it, if you saw a guy shitting in an alley would you have stopped and talked to him? If you wouldn't then there is your problem, you aren't actually looking around you. You're just mentally pursuing the idea of living this "free-spirit un-inhibited bohemian" whatever it is lifestyle while still being stagnant.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:16:00 No.12873308 Report

Quoted By:

>>12873298

Also I wasn't necessarily talking directly to you.

I was talking to anybody who wants that lifestyle but is just "fapping and smoking pot"

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:19:00 No.12873344 Report

Quoted By:

Wow. I just got back and finished this. Seriously, this story would make a great book or movie. It was a tearjerker, but in a good way. I always fancied what it would be like just to leave. It was why I always wanted to be able to fly as a little kid. Things are just so shitty now. I'm also only 22 but have chronic health problems that would never permit me just to leave anymore. Anons out there should do what they want while their bodies still can. At 19 I lost my ability to do so.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:20:00 No.12873367 Report

Quoted By: >>12873535

>>12873298
>And think about it, if you saw a guy shitting in an alley would you have stopped and talked to him?

If I was drunk like he was then probably, yeah, but that's neither here nor there.

You're probably right and all (at least partially), but I don't really know where to look. And yeah, realise there's nothing physically stopping me just quitting my job/hitting the road/whatever, I've kind of accepted that's just not gonna happen though. I still like the story and admire him for doing it even if I'm not gonna do it myself.

Not really saying what I mean properly but you probably get the idea.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:21:00 No.12873375 Report

Quoted By:

Life is a vicious cycle.
You want to have fun and pursue your interests.
However, if you're older then 15, your hobbies and fun-time will cost money.
You get a job to support yourself and your interests.
Chances are, the more money you make, less time and energy will remain for having fun and enjoying life.

I don't want to get traped, but I addmit I lack courage, knowledge and skills to do something like Cyan did.
But frankly, luck and the time you're living in plays a large role, too.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:24:00 No.12873401 Report

Quoted By:

>>12873334

Hey, you're still here!

Well I was mening to ask you were you ever depressed with your life as all of this was going on? I mean I guess you came from a shitty place anyways what with your family so it just seemed like a good idea to walk out on it, but were you ever so physically uncomfortable or so broke that you felt like "What am I doing?"

Or are you one of those guys that doesn't really care about any of that and life is just living? Because I'd imagine to feel like "What am I doing with myself" you have to be the kind of person that feels like life is serious business.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:28:00 No.12873447 Report

Quoted By:

Every few days, OP.

I probably won't, thanks to college debt.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:31:00 No.12873478 Report

Quoted By:

>>12873334
Cool, you're still here!

I wanted to ask you; how much time was covered in your story?
Months? A year? You never really mentioned how much time passed in your story.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:36:00 No.12873535 Report

Quoted By: >>12873651 >>12873763

>>12873367

I personally don't think the kind of fringe lifestyle that we're talking about is a goal in and of itself. Unless you just want to be a gypsy, which is cool I suppose.

I think it's an extension of what you want to do. Like if you love music and just want to say "fuck the world, I'm going to play music!" Then you do that, move to a big music city and start immersing yourself in the music scene.

You'll probably be very poor seeing as you've decided you want to be a fulltime musician. You'll meet alot of characters. You'll have good times and bad. You'll probably end up falling back into the societal mold before your time is up too.

Jimi Hendrix was a homeless guy, he did that. He said he didn't want to hold a job or make money unless it was from playing music.

If you're fascinated with eastern religion and want to be a monk go travel to china and do that. If you want to sell pot and live an exciting life through making your money on a black market do that.

But yeah, it's pretty hard to just live life with the goal of being on the fringe of societal norms unless you have a goal. The bus guy in Cyan's story's goal seemed to be tied up in his life view. The bus reminded him of himself and he seemed kind of like a hippy so he made a little group of people who drove around on the bus and lived out of the bus.

I guess I just think you have to have a goal or a pursuit even if you are trying to be a free spirited nobody.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:44:00 No.12873617 Report

Quoted By:

my brother does this type of thing because he is a busking musician. he gets around the country and has fun and experiences. for what it is, it's a good life. you can't do it forever, though. a couple years of sleeping in ditches eating what passes for cheap food takes its toll on your body. combine that with shit beer and manual labor, well, people don't last too long living this life. cops fuck with you, niggers try to steal from you, junkies are everywhere, lonely boring truckers try to get you to give them blowjobs, etc. my brother has a head full of stories, but he's past the point of no return. he's tasted the road and the road means instant freedom.

this kind of living is accepted more on the West Coast than anywhere else. if you're young, i'd suggest waiting till spring or summer to figure out how to do this.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:48:00 No.12873651 Report

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>>12873535
You're pretty much spot on, I think. I know a dude my age who hasn't worked since he left school, lives at home with his parents (who don't mind) and has a fairly constantly supply of weed and booze but he's pretty fucking frustrated all the same because he doesn't really do much with himself. It's all well and good having he free time but if you've not got anything worthwhile to do in that time then I imagine that can get pretty depressing too.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:53:00 No.12873703 Report

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>>12873635

ha, nice acid comment.

I haven't had LSD in a little over a year, and any time I have had it it's always been through no pursuit of my own.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 10:59:00 No.12873763 Report

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>>12873535

I like the musician counter-culture alot. I was always fascinated with some of their stories, especially the punks. Like Black Flag living out of an old dilapidated church, and The Butthole Surfers basically living out of their van for years.

Or The Flaming Lips, they kept at it for a long time and got lucky. Just living in duplexes and warehouse apartments and touring all the time.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 11:20:00 No.12873981 Report

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just finished reading this whole thread
it has been said many times before, but I must also say, thank you for the story Cyan
It is sad, but also liberating
I always knew 4chan had some of the most interesting people i could ever meet
Everybody experiences life in a different way, and the way you did is very far from our reality nowadays, unfortunately
but someday i hope to have an experience, that will show me life can be interesting and maybe even worth living

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 11:29:00 No.12874057 Report

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>>12874041

Damn Cyan.

Nice words. Have a wonderful life!

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 18:38:00 No.12877286 Report

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>>12874041
Cyan,even though you maybe never read this.i have to say: You have inspired me to live my life to the fullest.
And i hope you realise that you have touch many peoples lives with this story, people from all over the world.(i live in sweden btw)
Not many,but some.

I hope you have a happy life,and if i ever have the luck of meeting you,i shall not just buy you a drink,but a dinner and a bag of weed, just for the heck of it.

Peace out man,
and i truely,truely thank you.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 19:05:00 No.12877456 Report

Quoted By: >>12878282

Thank you for the story, Cyan.

Regarding Ken Kesey, by the time you met him he was already (in)famous. He sorta drifted out of the public center of attention in 1966, but his name sure was known, and I guess just kept doing as you described for the rest of his life.

Though you probably won't read this anymore, I wonder if you ever went to Grateful Dead concerts?

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 20:50:00 No.12878203 Report

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The greatest story ever told ;_;

Anonymous

View Same Google ImgOps iqdb SauceNAO ken-kesey1[1].jpg, 25KiB, 370x500

Anonymous Tue 11 Jan 2011 21:00:00 No.12878282 Report

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>>12877456

There are tons of pictures of Ken Kesey, wouldn't he know by now if it was him?

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 12 Jan 2011 00:52:00 No.12880445 Report

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Well that was surprisingly uplifting.
Thanks for sharing that, man.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 12 Jan 2011 01:45:00 No.12881111 Report

Quoted By: >>12881179

WHY WAS SUDDENLY THAT GUY FROM GRATEFUL DEAD ALL QUIT AND WOULDN'T TELL YOU ANYTHING?

WHAT HAPPENED? I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

WHY? WHY?

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 12 Jan 2011 01:52:00 No.12881179 Report

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>>12881111
>>12881111

can anyone seriously answer me this? i really enjoyed the story but that part in the middle really made me not understand anything.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 12 Jan 2011 06:06:00 No.12884285 Report

Quoted By: >>12885419

best thread on r9k...
blox
ever

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 12 Jan 2011 07:43:00 No.12885419 Report

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>>12884285
I agree with you.
>through Flough

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