Call of the Open Road

The way his life was going, Goat figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea to give everything up and become some kind of wandering adventurer. He imagined sunsets behind mountain ranges, the damp smell of thick forests, walking down seemingly endless dusty roads, his thumb out and bag cinched tight over his shoulders.

Maybe he’d fall in love with a small town girl. Maybe he’d be run out by her older brothers, unhappy she’d taken up with a stranger.

Maybe he’d figure something out about himself.

A tap on his shoulder broke the fantasy. He followed along to the meeting.

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