Over the years, I've seen a vast many things. From tiny, dwarf-like hula-hoop champions to families of five all graduating school at the same time. Through your travels you find that the space between your start and your end is what you call home. You find that your "starts" and your "ends" blur together a little more than you might like. I can't say that I envy the word "stability" but I can say I wish I knew exactly what it meant. Well, this is my attempt at pouring a little concrete on my life. An anchor point, if you will. I'll show you what it's like to live a day in the life of "Coyote" (never could shake that name).
When you spend your life on the go you seem to develop this sense of elevation. Like you're hanging from a crop duster on a 50-foot string. Even when you walk amongst the masses, you're heads in the clouds. This is my life on stilts.
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