What are you supposed to do when you lose momentum for a place? Leave… I guess, right? That’s what I would do, have done, and probably will do again. I’ve come to think that leaving is the only thing I’m any good at anymore. Calling a place home has become truly troubling for me.The first time I started feeling like this I ended up buying an old hearse and driving it half way across the country. I wound up in Tucson, Arizona where I spent the better part of a year, until Gianna came out there and convinced me to come back to Chicago to play music again.
I’ve known G my entire life as a musician, and it has gotten to the point where I have trouble making music without her, but there has to be music. So back to Chicago I went, only to find out that G had made her own plans to get out. She took off to India shortly after I got back, to - I can only assume - “find herself.” I’m not sure what she found, but when she got back she was pretty dead set on leaving again.
Out of this we devised “the plan”: We would buy an RV or something and just drive around the country only spending as much time in one place as we felt necessary.
Keep moving was “the plan” and a half-assed plan at that. In all reality it probably never would have worked , but G was pretty motivated. She bought an old RV and fixed it up, kind of. She had every intention of leaving again and taking me with her. It’s Gianna’s momentum that got me out of this place the second time around and without that momentum I probably never would have survived.
It's momentum alone that keeps us alive now.
With that being said, I’m Christopher Stryker and these are the stories of the last adventures I will ever have.
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