An Open Letter to “Normies”

In my effort to teach my old self some new tricks, I was poking around on Google the other day and typed “how to survive as a drifter” into the search bar. These following three results caught my eye and are the purpose of this post. What It’s Like Living as a Crust Punk Reddit: I want to become a Read More …

Teaching an Old Dog New Tricks

Sitting here today, I would describe myself as a man who has tasted true freedom and desperately wants to return to life on the road. Or – at least – to have the freedom once again to travel on a whim. It is possible. I know several people who have made it work. Some of them run location-independent businesses and Read More …

Job Satisfaction & Generation Lifestyles

Last night, I was reading a post from one of my hitchhiker friends on my Facebook feed. In that post, he explained that he had traveled 200 miles that day and was flat broke. He used a gift card to buy dinner and coffee, and then cashed out the rest for beer money. When I see posts from him that 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 …

Summaries of Days 34 & 35, and Beyond – Epilogue & Analysis

Note: Sorry this one got posted so late. I think it took five days for me to get around to this one. The trip is now officially over. I returned to Green Bay yesterday (Monday, August 8 – it might be a few days before I have enough data signal to get this uploaded). I am now in Nicolet National Read More …

Summaries of Days 27-28 – Hiding Out in Texas

Yesterday was a rough day. Emotionally, I realized that my trip is nearing its end and I’m not quite prepared for the final days and the days that will follow. Physically, I drove for about 14 hours on very little sleep, battling a headache, and a sick stomach. I usually try to stay in a motel only once a week Read More …

Fear & Dry Heaving in Las Vegas

The countdown to my retirement now sits at 7 days plus 7 hours. And merely four days later, I bid adieu to this house – this house that has been my shelter, my security, my refuge, my comfort, my familiarity. I’ll officially be both jobless and homeless. And not because I was forced out. But because I made a conscious Read More …