In late September, I got the urge to go to the west coast once again. I had just been off ramblin around North Carolina when I wound up in Ohio for the Foghat show. That was nice. Got back down to NC, and when I got to Raleigh, met up with a friend, Whyspers,(spell check) who was wanting to travel again. We were busking one night on Hillsborough St. when we met two other kids, Illy and CC who were going to Colorado. My intentions were to go to California. We went to a few shows over the next couple nights, including a friend, Dwight's, band "Blind Boy Chocolate and the Milk Sheiks" who play ole timey swing and folky tunes. Lost my cell phone that night. We also met up with a kid Jedd, who was heading to the west coast as well. Having a huge group, we decided to all split up and meet in Greensboro. CC and Whyspers hitchhiked there that night. Jedd and I got free amtraks there the next day after no success on freight. We got into GSO, where we spent a couple days hanging out near the hop out. One morning, a WBD stopped.Jedd and I hopped on it.As I was getting on it, i tripped over the track in front of me and broke my acoustic guitar in half. the neck snapped and i left it on the tracks. It was my dog Ella's first train, and it was a suicide miniwell. she did remarkably well with staying still, even when we fell asleep. We wound up in ATL, where we got a warm welcoming of dog food, sharpies, and beer. Next morning, we caught out to Mobile, where we got out thinking we were in Pensecola. The trussel pulling into Mobile was beautiful. Manifested a ride to New Orleans, where I finally got to experience the Big Easy. it was mind opening. the music was great, I had the chance to busk with other peoples instruments, and the city just stuck to me. There were quite a few fights though, moreso then in any other city ive been in for only a week or so. had to teach one kid why not to litter in a public park after repeated warnings. From NOLA, we got itchy feet once again and took the cheap bus to Baton Rogue. The college side of town there was pretty dank. Jedd, Hannah Montana (his pup), and Ella loved the Canes Chicken there. Met up with some pretentious hippie kids that housed us up one night and we got some dank nug. caught freight the next morning going to Shreveport, but ended up getting off in Alexandria. We continued hitchhiking up to Shreveport, when we get a ride halfway there. This exit was ridiculous. We saw no cars for four hours straight. Finally the next morning, we just wake up and see a truck pull on the on ramp. we try and wave him down and he turns around and goes the wrong way on the ramp to pick us up. That gave me a good idea of how slow this ramp was. We get a ride to the next exit which turned out being like nine miles away. From there we got a ride to the TA at shreveport, where we got kicked down mad subs, cigarettes, and snacks from the employees there in exchange for not being on the property. We tried hitchhiking all day to Dallas, and right when we were about to give up, I told Jedd, "Dude this green truck is definately gonna pick us up. " sure enough he did. he was heading straight to Dallas and let us ride in the bed and kicked down forty bucks when we left. Dallas sucked, we were out of booze, in bad moods, and found out it was a dry county. Caught the nearest greyhound to Waco TX where we split up. The hitchhiking sucked in Waco the good thing was there was cheap booze and tons of produce kicked down. Jedd gets a ride three cars into his hitchhiking when we split straight to Austin. Ella and I stay there and hang out with Mr. PBR all night busking in front of the Pilot station. Made a killin, but no chance of a ride. Finally two days later after wandering around waco looking for rides, I finally get a ride to temple, having to spend thirty bucks in gas. The couple was nice, but very hesitant in picking my dog and me up. From Temple, we went to the animal hospital in the Petsmart, where we got Ella free shots and medicine, as long as getting out of the store right in time for a tofu chinese meal and taxi called for me by a retired UP conductor. He gave us a right straight out to Austin in a taxi. It was tight. Part Two will come up soon. Running out of time on the comp.