Tides of Change (Part 1)

I didn't feel like going home for the third time on January 20, 2014, so after a few hours of hanging out with my mates I jumped into my car and just started driving. I had no idea where I was going, and only knew that I wanted to go really far and hopefully wind up getting lost, or maybe find something useful after a bit of trouble that usually follows these wild tangents.

I got exactly what I was looking for.

Right outside Baker, CA, I started mentally clocking out, so I had no choice but to pull over at a rest stop and power nap for a bit. There was a few decent cars there, an Infiniti G35 and a 2010 V6 convertible mustang, which meant at least two other people were as uncomfortable as I was while trying to sleep in a sports car.

When I awoke, I did a quick visual inspection of my car, then continued on my way to get lost.

I not so randomly got off the freeway at Azusa, CA. There I tried to find a Walgreens or CVS that was still open to buy a charger, but there was no such luck, so I decided to get more fuel since its cheaper the farther you are from the freeway entrance or exit ramps. When I swiped my card, however, it was declined and I knew exactly why: since I never stopped here before, the bank thought someone nicked my card and locked it out.

I wanted this to happen, but the reality is I'm no stranger to these situations, so I decided that as long as I kept my phone charged I could communicate to rectify the situation or arrange at least two alternate solutions, so I spent the last cash I had to buy a charger from a gas station.

So when I strolled in there as my true self, with my hands locked firmly together behind me, eyes carrying the critical gaze of an assessor as I inspected the shop for the typical overpriced charger, the Indian fellow at the cash register did not seem too pleased to see me when I asked for the location of the chargers.

After I selected my item, he went about his task with the clear urgency of trying to get me out of there as soon as possible. Perhaps I came off a bit rude, a bit arrogant, but so be it--I believe that if you're not offending someone once in a while, you're bending to everyone's will, which is shit.

After this, I charged up my phone, rang up the bank and told them to quit locking out my card and continued exploring Azusa for a bit. I found a nice little community, nestled in the lee of a hill. I want to buy a house there one day, so that was the useful thing I found.

I then continued my trip of getting lost, continuing towards the shore because I at that moment remembered I've never been on a motoring pilgrimage to the sacred path that is the PCH, and so here I am (continued)