Traveling with Raivu [Personal Journal about Trip]

[Raivu]

Day 1:
Easter Sunday. The air is filled with all the different scents of alcohol used to emphasize our lords "Holiday". Whether it's Zombie Jesus or what not doesn't matter. I've made a decision to finally hook and ride that dream everybody has but many are too afraid to approach. I'm going to jump Head First into the great Journey to find myself. I know what I do and what I expect out of a decent human being. However, I don't exactly know who "I" am.
About 2 months ago, I was on Gaiaonline. I had posted in the forums with a link to my music in my signature. Out of everyone to have clicked and listened, one phenomenal human being named "Savvy Dee" got back to me with helpful criticism and an open invitation to join her on her crazy antics. This caged little maine boy named "Top Hat", myself, asked what crazy antics she was talking about. Kindly, she told me she was an electronic musician, traveling for shows and the mere excitement of simply existing. Her plan is to have a show in Atlanta, then in Louisville, and over to L.A. After that, to live off the land and just exist in the city with the joy of having nothing trry about except the clothes on your back.
This seemed too good to be true, so I spent days studying the electric rockstar. She had multiple videos on youtube, facebook, myspace and her soundcloud was jumpin.
This girl is very legit. I've even spoke with her on the phone half a hundred times.
So, yearning for a great deal of change in my life, I decided to just up and leave, leaving nothing but my familiy and friends behind. I have
little money
forgotten laptop charger
First Aid kit
Sleeping bag
Tent
Survival Hunting knife
2 more backup flip knives
Mess Kit
And a change of clothes or two.
All just to tag along with Savvy until we get to LA.

Easter night, I get a call from my old friend Tyler. "Hey Bud, we're leaving Blue Hill and coming to Ellsworth to get you. We're headed to Manchester."
Manchester NH is where I went to art school, majoring in Photography. After seeing the familiy for easter, I scrambled to make sure I had everything and before I knew it, I was on the 5-hour blaze cruise that would be the start of my big adventure. We get about an hour into the drive and the licensed driver gets too tired to continue on. Her name is Charlene. She's about as "Ooh Gurl, Hol' mah Earrins" as you can possibly get.
So Tyler, an unlicensed driver, takes the wheel and with my nuts in my throat we continue on our way.
No road scares, no hassle, and a surprisingly easy trip.
Soon, around 3am, we make it to Manchester. So I take them on a tour of the city, and surely enough we get stopped by a cop. A little cooperation, and we're on our way.
Tonight, we're sleeping in the car.
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Day 2

Started off interesting enough. Got high, got gas, and spent the last $10.00 I had to my name on Tyler and Charlene so they can get back to Maine. I called my friend Morgan to hang out with us by the River. Tyler and Charlene ended up leaving, so Morgan and I hung out for a few hours and rejoiced with my old art school friend Spencer. Morgan ended up leaving to have dinner with the fam, so spence and I went to visit our friend Katrina.
More smoking.
katrina is the friendliest, biggest, most successful dealer in the art school community.
We tried this new stuff called "Super Silver Haze." Sounds bullshit, but look it up. One hit, and suddenly all phazers are set to Stun, as we spend the next 3 hours discussing the deepest mysteries of the Cosmos.
Shortly Thereafter, my best and long lost friend Connor met up with us. He's a licensed tattoo artist and brother to me whom I haven't seen in 2 years now.
Morgan came back as well, so Spence Morgan Connor and I went to her house and drank, smoked, and tattooed. We all call Connor "Moose". I don't know why, it just mysteriously hit everyone at once like a mental Chris Brown.
In the middle of my chest piece, he started drinking and I was getting tired so he stopped. Now it looks like I have Ash Ketchums hat logo on my chest.
Now I"m in Bed happy and tired. Time to get some rest.
I need to catch a ride with a trucker tomorrow.
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Day 3

This morning under much more Sober conditions, I got my Sleeve done. It's a Skull wearing a top hat that's being blown away into a flock of ravens crawling up my arm. Underneath it is written "Stay Gold", and a peace sign shrouded in clouds around my wrist.
After a long morning of fighting with Truckers, we leave Morgans and drop of Spence. They asked me how I'd get there and I told them from there I'll hitch rides.
Morgan, concerned for my well-being, said No and spent every penny she had to get me a bus ride straight to Atlanta, GA.
We rush to Boston Mass, an hour trip of confusion, and spent 30 minutes trying to find South Station. We purchased my tickets, said our depressing goodbyes, and they left on their way.
If you had asked me two days ago where I'd be, I'd honestly tell you I'd still be in Maine. Humping the american dream.
I feel awful about lying to my parents about when I'm leaving, IF I'm leaving, and where I am.
I just know I"m on the bus to Georgia now.
Seeing Morgan cry as she bought my ticket and said Goodbye was rough. Connors goofy personality kept up, but I could still see the sadness in his eyes.
Fuck, I left my camera in Maine.
Long night on the bus ahead.
It looks like I'll have to pursue this trip with the intent on improving my writing and philosophy rather than my Photography.
My food inventory consists of a McDonalds cheeseburger to hold me off until Dinner tomorrow.
I just met two very nice people from Sweden on the bus stop at Arbys.
I'm going to catch as much sleep as Possible before I depart from Washington at 1am.
I think the woman in front of me
is eying me. She moved from the front seat earlier to the seat right in front of mine amongst the midst of empties.
The prayer of not getting hate-raped consumes me.
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Day 4

Stopped at a truck stop in Delaware. It's 30am and I'm writing because I'm one of the few still awake. After being stopped in new York city from Washington, I now realize how disgusting and chaotic this place really is. Yet, it has its own unique beauty to it.
I met another Nomad named Olivia. She's a free spirit off to Tennessee to live with her friend Zack. Dorky and Lanky, this ex-punk-rocker girl is obviously still hateful toward the world, trying to figure herself out. I've now got a traveling partner until I get to Richmond, Virginia. She's cool to travel with because she's not shy and can obviously hold a conversation. I'm still excited to see Savvy in 21 hours.
It's starting to Dawn on me now.
The excitement of being free, not knowing where, how, or when you're going.
After spending the last 3 hours in the ghetto hell hole that is the Richmond Virginia greyhound bus station, I got my laptop charged with the friendly use of a Olivias charger.
A bagel in my stomache
Fixed my blue screen of death
sewed my shoulder strap back onto my bag, and met a couple of really nice people.
One of them was a nice girl from Texas who's on her way up to visit friends in New York City to escape the Spring Break chaos.
The other, a guy with a killer pac-man lunchbox and enough class to make an englishman cry. He's traveling with his Internet Girlfriend whom he met a year ago.
After confusion as to which gate to wait at to board onto Charlotte, I hugged Olivia goodbye and wished her adieu with the best of luck on her journey. No information was exchanged. I'd think I'll never see her again, but the world's so small that nobody can ever really be sure.
But now, it's off to Charlotte and then to Atlanta to see Savvy.
Nothing Stolen.
I just wish I still had that cheeseburger.

Once I get on the bus, this cute girl sits next to me. She's that perfect weight, where she's just a little chubby but not overweight. Cute, with brown eyes and long black hair. Darker native-american like skin and the sweetest smile I've probably ever seen on a girl.
For the first 2 hours, there's no communication between us. Her mom sits in the seats across the alley from us. We have a stop, and I end up getting off for another cigarette, conversing once again with Mr. Pac-Man (the guy with the lunch box). Her and her mother end up going into the quick stop-and-shop to get something to eat, and return to the bus. Her mother looks very much like her daughter, only thinner with red highlights in her hair.
When I get back on the bus, this girl kindly offers me some chips, but I decline. Although I'm hungry, and haven't eaten since yesterday, I didn't want to take any of the food they paid for. At least not from someone cute who could potentially think I'm a pig if I do.
Her mom wasn't shy to communicate with me. Through her broken english, our conversation concluded in two facts.
One is that they're going to the same place I'm going
The other is that her daughter doesn't speak English.
So we conversed the best we could through pictures and Google Translate.
We exchanged information, and before she got off the bus her mom told me that I'm to not look at her daughter for another 12 years. Then she kissed me on the cheek, they gave me the rest of their snacks, wished me a safe trip and told me to add them on Facebook.
Awkward, but rare enough to write about.

Once they left the bus, another passenger sat next to me. This time, it's this very VERY large black man. I thought he didn't like me, since he didn't acknowledge my existence. This behemoth of a man was well aware of every little move I made, and reacted instantly.
Never spoke a word
Never acknowledged my attempt to start a conversation
He just wanted to sit there and watch his show, and that's that.
2 more hours go by, and I find myself at another gas station, smoking another cigarette, shooting another shit with Mr. Pac-Man.
This time I just went out to smoke. I can't afford anything.
I return and the giant man moves away and lets me sit down.
In the corner of my eye, I see that he's on Webcam with his mother, and they're talking and laughing.
Only, the talking is with their hands.
And the laughter is inaudible.
He was using the Google Maps application on his iPod to determine where he was and where to get off.
I hope he has a safe trip.
Now, I'm on my way to Atlanta with only 8 hours to go.
Time to await the next mystery guest on my Journey.

[Smithno13]

Good luck man. Hope you make it safe.

[noob]

Make it safe bro, hope you have a better time of it at journey's end.

Inane I know, but it's all I have to offer that isn't pretentious.

[Jah]

Makes me wanna do the same to come to the states xDD

[XXX-Chocoholic]

That seems like quite the eventful weekend, did you see any wild runny babbits on the side of the road, I saw several on easter weekend and one of them had jellybeans thrown on it too.

[Raivu]

I'm going to keep updating it