My New Tramp Name

Something pretty special happened to me this past weekend, and it was so special, that I almost didn’t notice it happened. I finally received a bona-fide tramp name. Bones christened me “Captain”. When he first started calling me “Captain”, I must have dismissed it in my mind because – over the years – many friends have given me many one-off Read More …

The Tennessee Trip

It has been a pretty wild weekend. Bones and Morgan invited me over to their place Friday night to hang out and get “not sober”. At some point, Bones and Morgan talked about wanting to go on a road trip, to somewhere warmer, and then settled on visiting Bones’ dad in Tennessee. At first, it just seemed to be wishful Read More …

Forgotten States Road Trip: Part II – TransWorld 2018

I planned the Forgotten States Road Trip around TransWorld, since being in St. Louis already saved me about a thousand miles had I done these two trips separately. Although the convention itself was pretty damn good this year, I did not particularly enjoy my visit – for a number of different reasons. But through adversity, I can say that I Read More …

Georgia On My Mind

My time is running out. TransWorld is just about a month away. After that, I’ll spend about a week or so finishing up the Forgotten States Road Trip. After that – if my landlord honors our agreement – I could be asked to vacate my apartment at any time. So the pressure to figure out where I’m going to go Read More …

Making (& Maintaining) Friends as a Nomad

It’s not always easy for nomads to make and maintain friendships. Physical proximity is – whether we like it or not – a major element of friendship. Proximity isn’t mandatory, but it is very helpful. Many people maintain legitimate long-distance friendships. But the prevalence of social media has also fooled many of us into thinking that long-distance friendships are easier Read More …

Bones, Hansel, and Mini Hanging Meat

Here are three more corpses that I don’t have a whole lot to say about. Mini Hanging Meat The “Mini Hanging Meat” is a miniature version of Casey. I have yet to find appropriately scaled chains or clothing for him, and I haven’t decided on a name. Bones Bones was a quick corpse I built for Green Bay Fear, and Read More …

Welcome to the Freak Show

During my trip, I felt undeserving of the title “crust punk” or “gutter punk” because I had a cushy truck with air conditioning. I was living a more comfortable life than the other punks I had met. But now that the trip is over and I’ve settled into my new temporary living conditions, I think I have earned the title. Read More …