and an audience is electrified. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
BUT BEFORE THAT, standing on the side of the road/interstate hitchhiking with nothing but the shirt on my back and shredded dignity, it became increasingly difficult to meet the eyes of oncoming traffic blowing right by me and never tap the brakes.
CRISES OF CONFIDENCE and defiance and youth gave way to shame within hours of facing head-on hundreds of people glancing at you and stomping on the gas and merge onto the interstate and you and the 'likes of you, five minutes from now are a distant/forgotten memory. There are a few times in your life where you are called on to the carpet to answer to yourself. How the fuck you get here? What the fuck just happen and WHAT are YOU going to do about it? You idiot. I had stuff in that backpack since the sixth grade, everything you would ever need to hitchhike across America and like the best-laid plans, I had no backup plan. It never occurred to me that I would lose everything I owned in the middle of the country and be standing on the side of the road with nothing, and what surprised me more than anything, and my biggest disappointment at the time? I didn't have anyone to call. Nobody to come rescue me or send me money or check into a motel to figure something out, make a few phone calls...
SLOWLY THE IDEA of a perilous journey was recreated out of the debris of failure.
Here's another story about loosing all my stuff while on the road. Six time across country over twenty years....
"The Holy Goof," is a line from "On the Road," by Jack Kerouac
“The HOLY GOOF,” a wanderer incapable of fulfilling his obligations as a father and husband.
and also the title
The Holy Goof: A Biography of Neal Cassadyhttp://www.amazon.com/The-Holy-Goof-Biography-Cassady/dp/1560256044
Copyright 2014 by Mark Anthony Given
Article 2(4) of the Berne Convention for the Protection