Spent 8 months in costa rica/panama and then norcal in the fall living out of a backpack. Hitchhiked over 200 miles, trimmed for money to further my travels, ate a bunch of gooms, tryed dmt for the first time in the redwoods. Had a weird threesome with my bestfriend wherein we tackled some big gals nipples whom we met at a bar in Eureka (I got the right one), played hackysack and did yoga with other street kids daily, made love to a fellow homeless girl in the bushes, then I got weird and spiritual in Mt. Shasta. Emerald triangle is magical, especially during harvest season. Gypsy pride. I suggest everybody try being homeless for awhile, it's fucking awesome.