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Long Ways

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Avoid Highways cannot be used for routes over 250 miles.
Total Time: 36 hours 24 minutesTotal Distance: 2452.44 miles
A: 301 E 5th St, Clare, MI 48617-1515
1: Start out going WEST on E 5TH ST/US-10 BR toward HEMLOCK ST. 0.2 mi
2: Turn LEFT onto N MCEWAN ST/US-127 BR. Continue to follow US-127 BR. 0.6 mi
3: US-127 BR becomes N MISSION RD. 2.7 mi
4: Turn RIGHT onto E STEVENSON LAKE RD. 6.0 mi
5: Turn LEFT onto N VANDECAR RD. 1.0 mi
6: Turn RIGHT onto W COLEMAN RD. 1.0 mi
7: Turn LEFT onto N WINN RD. 11.0 mi
8: Turn RIGHT onto W REMUS RD/MI-20. Continue to follow MI-20. 11.9 mi
9: Turn LEFT onto MI-66/30TH AVE. Continue to follow MI-66. 11.8 mi
10: Turn RIGHT onto W HOWARD CITY EDMORE RD/MI-46/EDMORE RD. Continue to follow MI-46. 17.8 mi
11: Merge onto US-131 S via the ramp on the LEFT. 34.1 mi
12: Merge onto I-196 W via EXIT 86B toward HOLLAND. 76.6 mi
13: Merge onto I-94 W toward CHICAGO/NILES (Passing through INDIANA, then crossing into ILLINOIS). 81.0 mi
14: Merge onto I-80 W via the exit on the LEFT toward WISCONSIN-IOWA/IL-83/TORRENCE AVE (Portions toll) (Passing through IOWA, NEBRASKA, and WYOMING, then crossing into UTAH). 1402.0 mi
15: Merge onto I-80 W via EXIT 308 toward RENO/S.L. INT'L AIRPORT (Passing through NEVADA, then crossing into CALIFORNIA). 694.0 mi
16: Merge onto I-680 S via EXIT 40 toward BENICIA/SAN JOSE. 58.4 mi
17: Take the MISSION BLVD WEST exit, EXIT 12, toward I-880/WARM SPRINGS DISTRICT/UC EXTENSION. 0.5 mi
18: Merge onto MISSION BLVD/CA-262 W. 0.7 mi
19: Merge onto I-880 S toward SAN JOSE. 13.0 mi
20: I-880 S becomes CA-17 S. 26.3 mi
21: Merge onto CA-1 S toward WATSONVILLE/MONTEREY. 1.1 mi
22: Take EXIT 440 toward MORRISSEY BLVD. 0.2 mi
23: Turn LEFT onto FAIRMOUNT AVE. 0.0 mi
24: Turn RIGHT onto MORRISSEY BLVD. 0.4 mi
25: Turn RIGHT onto WATER ST. 0.1 mi
26: Turn RIGHT onto CATALPA ST. 0.0 mi
27: End at 112 Catalpa St Santa Cruz, CA 95062-1519
B: 112 Catalpa St, Santa Cruz, CA 95062-1519
Total Time: 36 hours 24 minutesTotal Distance: 2452.44 miles

BoyPuppy

The things we do to find ourselves are nothing compared to the things we do to lose ourselves. BoyPuppy mistaken youth.

BoyPuppy Babs CH2

To tell this story you have to know Babs first. She was my first girlfriend. Not my first sexual experience. We were friends. Babs was unusual from the get go. She she was born with a fetus in fetu. A fetus in fetu (or fœtus in fœtu) is a developmental abnormality: a mass of tissue inside the body that more or less resembles a fetus. It was not discovered until the age of eleven and to make matters worse (for her), she was a fully developed woman by that age. That is how they discovered it. So she had problem with guys. Men mostly that liked to fuck little girls. To make matters worse her family was Amish and they saw it as a sign of evil so she was banished to a big farmhouse to herself. She went to my school, irregularly like my self and we would hang out quite a bit and do drugs. I like her. Still do even though she ids dead. She had a certain perceptive quality about her and was totally uninhibited. Needless to say this relation did not strike well with my recently recovered and mayor elected father or mother so I was banished from the house and live on the farm with Babs. She was Barbara at the time. The doctors to her she would never get pregnant. But she did and we raised a son named Sean still being teenagers ourselves.

Sean was blond, smart, cute and completely free. He liked the outdoors and slept with us always. He was the third person. So he was growing up faster than his parents who by then did not go to school. I managed to graduate by having connections in a small town, But for Barbara, I was her connection and I know now how I failed. I regret I did not love her for her mind or emotions. She was sexy, liked to trip and take care of me. Treated me like her baby brother. She was older. It seemed like such an age difference then but when I buried her at 38. I realized she was just a baby.

Barbra's greatest fascination was sex. Of course, it wasn't her fault and it wasn't my disappointment. It would however share in our own individual downfall. She liked male lovers and she liked female lovers. She didn't particularly like to share but her lovers did. Not very subtle or loyal. Looking for what everyone looked for in Barbie (her acid queen name). Long legs, large breasts and a shapely ass. Funny thing was, she was a real homey kind of person and liked to cook. I found her very nurturing when we would wind down.

Like all manic/depressives she was absent when she was wound up. But she always brought home good stuff. Weed mostly and drunken young guys. She knew her game. Liked to double up. So we would swing in her manic phase. But we had a child too so I liked to keep it somewhat level.

I always knew without Barbie there would have been no BoyPuppy. She eventually split with a cute little lesbian lover, Sean went to live with his aunt and I started doing my own thing. I was glad actually. She was too controlling. I wanted to get involved in school and I had no idea how much time would go by before I saw Sean again.

In fact, it was on her way to Colorado to pick him up in November 1978 that she was kidnapped at a bus station in San Jose. No cell phones then. I thought she was on her way. But she was being repeatedly chocked and sexually assaulted for a week.

I got a call at 3:30AM November 11. I didn't even know who it was but I knew she was in trouble. "Please Justin, please help me." Little did I know how those words would change the course of all three of our lives.

I never could help her. I tried but we regressed into very psychotic war play. Not really play though. Rough stuff. meant to hurt. I know Sean got the worst of all. It's very hard to discuss Barbara. She's buried not to far from where I live now and sometimes I feel her ghost in agony. This is where she sleeps now. Sleep well my Baby.

But we are well ahead of our story. This was February 1989. A lot happened in the meantime.

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BoyPuppy Going Left Ch1

It had been a long trip to the left coast. Mohamed, Justin and some guy that wanted to find a girlfriend and commit suicide, hopefully without her. This was not to be the first or the last trip Justin made cross country but it seemed relatively moderate considering the previous ventures. Hitchhiking alone at 15 was a real trip sleeping outside eating cans of beans and cheese was preferable to spending the night with the strangers that had a thing for boys. Mostly male. This was 1970 so most of them were tripping and ready for a bit of don't ask don't tell. Like any of that shit mattered anyway. Justin grew up in Upstate Michigan and always had a thing for hitchhiking so he learned how to pack a knife and sleep with it under a pillow.

Such are the ways a persons learns not to go unconscious or asleep. But for sure, he liked the drugs. All kinds. Never made him paranoid. He learned long before that people were weird, so it didn't matter. He also tripped out to California with a girl named Kim (quiet and alluring) and his sister Sue (total crazy knockout) at 17 on the premise of peyote, which they did mange to do plenty in the Boulder Creek Mountains.

No, this trip was going to UCSC. Psychobiology studies. Why? How many course could you enroll with Tim Leary as a professor. Sure to be a lot of acid. Besides, as he had learned from his relationship and travels with Kim it was all an experiment. The drugs, sex, travel and intrigue. Anything goes. 1970 Right?

Anything goes with me. I'm Justin case. I would not have remember any of this in 2009 but for the fact that my life flashed before me in slow motion. I saw every detail one more time. And I remember why I fragmented it out of my mind with a little from my “friends”.

So we traveled the 1-80 in 1977. This time was it. I was going to go to school in Santa Cruz and live like a slicked bohemian bisexual. That's what you would call it at 22 when everything was out and nobody cared. Nobody died from sex anyway. They died from loneliness. I figured it could pull it off since my emotional stickiness was about six weeks. Longer than most people I knew.

Including Babs but we had known each other forever and did not have any secrets as I remember. Good sex too. Good drugs. A child. Not much else in common, including lovers. Although Babs had a thing for younger guys so there were a few times when even that line was crossed.

Santa Cruz for real. Was I ready. Was Santa Cruz? Never know until you get there has always been a motto. To be sure these were chilling times in the Cruz known as the murder capital of the world. In 1977. But I had been through all that before. I was older now. I didn't need to carry a knife. I was carrying a pound of mushrooms and that seemed to keep everyone mellow.

I never knew me and Babs would become part of the story. She was already in Santa Cruz. Waiting to be kidnapped in less than a year and murdered in a dozen. But that's the way it was with her and me. Not stable but always interesting. I got lucky. I lived. Some luck.

Shortly before Three Mile Island, Jonestown, Moscone, Milk and AIDS. Armistead Maupin

was serializing Tales of the City in the San Francisco Chronicle. Who could forget Sylvester. It all seemed easy and disconnected from anything I had done. So gay was ok by me. And Babs too, who I was scheduled to meet up with when I got there.

Santa Cruz was to be s stepping stone to the City. But, instead, it turned into a very surreal millstone.