r/vagabond • u/serrot1 • 22h ago
Story Thursday, October 15th, 2026 (Log) (Update) [3:40AM/PST]
Back in my house..laying on my bed.. drinking jack daniels at 3 o’ clock in the morning.. I feel numb..
Contemplating in my head.. whether I should stay..or I should go.. when clearly.. I want to go..
I’m so use to being..on the go.. being completely by myself.. the life of the road..has tainted me forever..I
I’m Proud of myself..of the two years I’ve been gone.. away from the noise.. the total asinine bulls**t.. the family drama.. and the total destruction of california.. and all its ridiculousness..
I was just in San Francisco.. passing through..and visited a friend.. sadly to say.. the hangout was bland..conversations were bland.. the food was bland..and over priced.. hanging out was a waste of my time..and money.. even worse.. coming back home on Bart transit..
Bart had so many delays.. the car stood at MacArthur station..for a good 20 minutes.. wow Bart has declined dramatically..
And This house.. doesn’t feel like home.. my bedroom..has been completely flipped.. the walls are painted grey.. the flooring has been redone..the colors of the room..is really ugly..not even close to what it was before..
The air is tight.. so tight..I can’t even breathe.. I can feel the itchiness..of the synthetic material..on my bedding..
I crack open my window.. and the smell of glade spray..isn’t going away.. I’m getting a massive headache..
When I lived in this house.. my cat usually comes in and out my window.. I haven’t seen him once.. and I know he’s still alive..
I’m feeling a cigarette now.. I knows it’s super late.. but I’m already in a haze.. might as well have smoke..
A big fat skunk..has been lingering around.. in our backyard.. where’s my cross man rifle when I need it?..
My mother bought me a big a** coffee maker.. when I didn’t ask for one.. like I don’t drink 12 cups..
I’m just utilizing the house.. to re charge.. take a break.. rest.. collect myself.. collect some things..
But sure enough.. when the time is right.. I’ll leave..
I’m not sure if I want to go back to Portland.. even though I love Portland..
Something is telling me..to go to another state.. and try something new.. new scenery..
When I wake up.. I hope eggs Benedict.. isn’t waiting for me..in the kitchen..
I’ll be back.
~Serrot