It's OK to be Different

In other words, lost.

May 31st, 2025 I left my apartment of almost six years. I’ve talked about it forever, but finally pulled the trigger with no real plan in place, other than to not be locked into a lease or mortgage. I finally did it, I have NO place I call home other than my 2024 Nissan Altima.

The last six years have been a roller coaster of hell to say the least. I’ve struggled with breaking free from a toxic relationship, battling health scares and fighting the demons of addiction with food and alcohol. But some how, here I am, still alive and fighting for a different life, not a new one.

My mind, and emotions are all over the place. I finally hit 90 days sober, only to fuck it all up again. While I’m not as bad as I was, it’s not a good place, or mindset to be in. I’m bouncing city to city, state to state, searching. Searching for what I haven’t a clue.

This is Anthony. I picked him up yesterday in Shawnee, OK. I told him I was a writer and wanted to include him in one of my writings. He was all for it, and shared his story with me. I drive Lyft, and Uber full-time in Cincinnati, Ohio. While it’s not “career” type material, it works for me. Now I am doing the same across the country in the USA.

As Anthony and I talked he told me he was nervous about meeting his biological parents this weekend. His adoptive parents were kind enough to help him track them down. He lives with his daughter in an apartment just outside of town. He actually shares the same birth state as my ex-wife in Atlanta, Georgia!

We talked about travel, storms, and all kinds of shit. One thing we had in common was we watch NO main stream media. While we only had a short 4–5 minutes together, it’s one perk I love about a job I despise most the times. I love meeting, talking and sharing life experiences with others.

Most corporations will pay you just enough to keep you hooked, while filling their pockets taking advantage of the working person. But ride-share gives me the flexibility to live a life of freedom in a sense, one of travel. Something I LOVE doing. While we need money to survive, in reality money only gives us options.

I’ve met many people in my travels as of late, and everyone of them said they would love to be doing what I am doing, but can’t.

Here is another one of my experiences.

I was traveling down Route 66 just outside Albuquerque, NM. I need to take better notes, because I forget the town. But it’s between Gallup, and Albuquerque.

It’s here I almost hit HIM, or HER!

I was on the phone with my nephew when I had to swerve to miss him. My nephew wanted me to pick him up and take him on my road trip with me. It does get lonely at times. Not only did I see THIS turtle, but in a 1/4 mile stretch I saw about 5 more! So I decided to research them. Turtles are lone wolves, they travel alone. But the box turtle is also becoming endangered due to people keeping them as pets.

So I got out, moved him off the road, and placed him in the grass. They have an astounding life span of up to 50 years old! I hope with me moving him off the road will prolong his life.

Once I got back on I-40, I saw a dust storm off to the south just outside Winslow, Arizona.

With that I saw a horrible accident where a Mini-van lost against an 18 wheeler. I didn’t take pictures out of a respect to the family. I hope everyone is Ok, but it didn’t look good.

I continued on my journey today as I crossed the Arizona border, and had some Buffalo jerky, before I rolled into Holbrook, AZ. It was founded in 1881, or 1882, they aren’t sure. It was a railroad town. I am currently waiting for the rain to stop so I can go out and explore this historic gem. I love abandon history, if that’s even a thing.

While this isn’t my normal type of writing, it’s a different type of writing. Something I desperately need in my life. Living, and writing in a mindset of misery, and pain, ran it’s course. While I’m still struggling, at least I am doing something different. And that is when real change happens.

If you find this new style interesting, give me a comment or “like” to let me know. I know approval, and validation isn’t the best trait to have, but it’s one that keeps me “afloat” many times I’m struggling.

I’m getting there, and so can you. I appreciate all my readers over the years.

Let’s unfold this new chapter together. If you are struggling, or feel stuck, get off your ass and do something different, mix shit up. It’s the only way change will happen, at least that's what they say.

Until next time, happy travels!