Shun the nonbeliever. Shuuuuuuuuun.

First of all, my apologies for going so long without any form of an update, and it has certainly been the worst time to go without one. I just feel like I dove into a deep end with my travels and I needed the events that happened in Denton to give me a taste of my old life again, I'll explain everything as the entry continues on.

I ended up staying in Denton about a week at the Bordello, where seven different guys (all of them deeply delved into the arts, particularly film and music) lived together. It brought back enough memories of belonging to a group that I felt like I was beginning to miss from being on the road. It timed perfectly with whenever my loneliness began to really set in. I plan to meet up with all of them down the line, but for right now, I had to continue on my way as they continued on theirs.

Over the course of the week, I helped paint a new recording studio and met an array of interesting people while I was there. I had even considered moving there and living for a few months with the rest of the guys in the Bordello, but then wanderlust struck me again and I had to leave.

Leaving their side, a new adventure begins. I have ran out of initial funds and now, things are going to get interesting. So far, it has not been a burden, I asked to wash dishes in a Waffle House in exchange for a meal and I ended up getting one for free from a very gracious waitress. That is the only place where my lack of money has changed my travels thus far.

I initially got a ride into Oklahoma from an older man turning seventy who was going to gamble in a casino. He wasn't much in the way of company, but was playing some really early Elvis that I could get into and enjoy. He eventually reached the end of my road and let me out near the edge of the border, and I started walking and discovered it isn't as easy getting a ride in Oklahoma as it was in Texas. I've always heard that when you travel, you don't only get to experience a new region, you learn to truly appreciate your own; in this regard, that is true.

I reached a resting site and began to prepare to sleep for the night. Luckily, the trash bags in the storage containers made this rustling sound when the wind blew that sounded eerily like someone running in your general direction. Nothing like paranoia and fear to lull you into a gentle calm sleep. I ended up staying awake until early morning then finally got some sleep there. I woke up and got a cup of coffee from the local information center and headed out on my path.

Even during the day, the waiting time for a ride is much longer in Oklahoma. I walked up the highway some, but to no avail. I was in the middle of nowhere, with nothing in sight for another twenty miles. I had a trucker finally pick me up, and haul me right across the state into Oklahoma City. Along the way, he told me about how he just had a good feeling about me when he saw me standing there and that was why he picked me up. Personally, I was getting my groove on with some music at the time so I think he was just digging my moves. He told me all about himself and all sorts of stories about people he had picked up and helped in the past. He offered to take me all the way into Kansas with him and to stay at his house, but I turned him down. Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to thank him for his help when we parted ways.

Wherever you are, Coyote, should this message ever cross your way, The Kodiak thanks you for everything.

He told me about his ancestry that was similar to my own and it felt almost like meeting brethren along the highway, which is always welcomed. It seems like this adventure just gets better and better for me.

I'm sleepy. I'm done for tonight.

Regards from Kodiak.