Notes
last fall or spring i found a homeless guy camped out on this route. i remember stereotyping him as being a heroin person/rapest/murderer...wth man i was alone out in the woods with some strange guy sitting there so i give myself a pass as really i don't actually see many of these people. well today i saw him again in the same area...he has a campfire by the river and it looks like an ok place i guess. anyways...i didn't have that same stereotyped feeling this time...but placid compliance...like an urge to approach...i don't know but living here in maine outside must be so much harder. i'll probably have to keep an eye on him now because i'm me.
this was an awesome day for me...i didn't give a fuck about turd slow.