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Day 8. 363 Miles. Perfect Pack & Good News b/w Mighty Mississippi (extended remix instrumental).

I document here what I feel might be a perfect pack, clothing wise. Soviet Russia next level Tetris with the layers. Sans the spare underwear and socks. I’m able to wear almost all of this at once when it’s cold … Continue reading →

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Day 7. 446 Miles. What Is A Title Other Than A Restriction On Creativity?

The great raccoon stalker of East York isn’t a real thing. Well. It wasn’t until it was. And then it was. So now it is. Camped out in the most urban of environments, this little fucker fucks with me all … Continue reading →

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Motherfucking Bikes on a Plane b/w ADKBFF

I imagine what it’s like being a pilot walking through an airport, fully uniformed up. Equally all parts everything. Strike that, I’m looking at two pilots walking by through an airport. I like airports. Even the fake international buffalo airport. … Continue reading →

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