Sounds like a great opening for a F. Scott Fitzgerald novel.
My life is like a great F. Scott Fitzgerald novel.
I have stories for days. I have met so many cool people. Done many things, been to a few places... here and there.
The places in my stories even have literary meanings. As if i was making it up for effect.
The first long trip i took on my own across the country ended up, not at the intended destination(seattle), but at a small town called independence, oregon.
Ran out of fuel, no money left. Met some gypsies(actually a girl in the group) at a swap meet in Eugene.
They brought me to independence.
I never caught the double meaning while living it... not even as I wrote it, or after i proof read it.
It was my teacher that pointed that out to me.
Same thing with spending time in Priory on Mount Zion, talking to religious leaders.
Didn't know where i was at the time, and i had no intention to spend so much time talking to local religious men.
When I end up telling someone later about it, it sounded made up. Priory of Zion?
religious men? on Mount Zion? you?
Yeah, me.
