Wow! Thats about all I can say about last month. First, a background. So a little over a month ago, I was working two jobs, loving both of them. I had made an offer on a house and I knew I was the highest bidder. Life was going pretty damn good. So now the month. On September 3 I show up to work and my boss tells me that he's going to quit his buissness, he already has a job interview with another company, and this will be the last week we work together. This sucked not only because I was going to loose my job, but also because Kent, my boss, had become like the older brother I never had. So anyway, two hours later, I was driving to my paper route when I got a phone call from my Real Estate Agent. She told that the house I had an offer on went to someone else, even though the offered less than me. (I later found out that they had made a cash offer, which is easier to deal with.) That sucked even more, especialy being on the same day. I wondered around depressed for awhile until I remembered that I knew a girl, Lindsy, who was going to leave for Oregon on bicycle that Saturday, and decided to go with her. Over the next two days I packed and got ready to go, I found someone to cover my paper route, and then started to freak out because I didn't have a bike that would make it. Friday, I'm at work for the last day, talking about how I still don't have a bike, and Kent was like 'I've got a $2000 racing bike that I havn't used in two years, I'll let you borrow that.' Holy Cow! So I staid up all night adding the saddle bags and other things to the bike, and packing, and everything. I finaly take a one hour nap before going to where I'm suposed to meet Lindsy. When I get their I started freaking out because I was a few minutes late, and she wasn't there. I call her, and it turns out she had slept in. I had my whole family and all my friends with me to see me off so were just standing there in the middle of the sidewalk for an hour before Lindsy showed up. When she did, We all gave hugs and said our good byes and then turned and started to leave. This here is probably the most amazing part of the month. As we start to ride off, everyone there started clapping. Lindsy and I looked at each other and almost started to cry; I know there were tears in my eyes. By about half way through the first day, I was pretty sure I was going to fall in love with Lindsy. She was absolutly perfectly crazy. For lunch we made ramen over a small candle, execpt that we didn't have water so we had to use Gatorade...turns out it wasn't to bad. Anyway, she was my perfect girl, and I was starting a two month journey with her. I had it made. We crashed that night at Lindsy's friend Dan's house. The next day Lindsy was feeling kinda sick, so we decided to stay another night. nothing exciting. Day three was misserable. Withing half an hour of leaving the house, it started to rain. We went in to a coffe shop called Cool Beans for coffe and food, trying to wait until the rain had passed. Three hours later we decided we had to go regardless. So we pull out our rain gear and take off. It actualy really wasn't that bad. About 7 o'clock we pull into a small village with a family dolar, and decided to take a break for a bit. As we wondered around the store, we started talking to one of the cashiers, told her hour story and everything, and she invited us to sleep in her house for the night. At first we refused, and so we left. By now the sun had gone down and it was cold, so after 20 min or so I say to Lindsy, maybe we should acept her offer. So we went back and accpeted. Her name was Bonnie, she was roughly 55 and she lived alone with a bunch of animals. Sounds like the creepy cat lady down the street, and she kinda looked it too. She had dogs and cats and even two goats. Bonnie turned out to be a real nice lady. She fed us, and gave us conversation, and we watched a few movies, and then went to bed. The interesting part was that she only had one available bed, and no couch. hehe, so I ended up sharing a double sized bed with Lindsy. Nothing happend, but I still enjoyed it. The next day, day four, the real fun begins. First, we left without our helmets and didn't realize it for almost three miles. So we go back and get them, and then were on the way for real. The rest is a little blury, I'll tell you why later. What I do remember inclues a real nice day, cracking open walnuts with my knife and getting nut guts all over me, and a sign in front of a tailer park that said 'If you lived here you'd be home by now'. The next thing I remember is lying in a hosptal bed asking why am I here and hearing back, you got hit by a car, your confused, thats the fifth time you've asked that. Oh! I have amnesia about the entire thing, but I'm told that about fifteen minutes after seeing that sign we were riding into the sunset and an old lady didn't see us and completly rear ended me. I went flying over my handle bars, soaring about four feet off the ground for 20 feet or so before landing and knocking my head pretty hard. I bit my tongue in two places, and had blood drooling out of my mouth. Lindsy ran over and is going 'Oh My God, Chris, are you OK, your bleeding.' and I'm told I responded with 'Kiss my and make it all better'. I'll never know if she did or not. Anyway, that's the end of my bike trip. They let me out of the hospital the next day, so when I got home, I went down to Morning Star, the local coffe shop, to hang out with Lindsy and some of our friends. What I see is Lindsy practicaly throwing herself at this kid Asa. That sucked. Three days later they kissed at a party I was at and I had to go home to punch a whole in a wall. A week and a half or so go by, I'm living on couches, (I was going to have my friend Josh move me into his place while I was gone, and he moved my stuff to his house, but the room that was supposed to be available to me was still ocupied because I got home early,) I'm still hanging out with Lindsy and her friends, and I run into a girl who is planning to leave for New Mexico the next morning. I talk her into waiting for me until I get my Insurance shit taken care of and then I'd go with her. I was happy, I had my adventure yet. The next day Kent calls me up and says he's got a job available for me, and I was torn, because I really wanted to go on this bike ride, and I really wanted to work with Kent. So I spend the next week thinking about it, spending more time not sober than sober, and decide that it's on her. Friday (yesterday) she finaly told me that she wasn't going to go, and later that night I found out that the first house I wanted to buy but couldn't because I didn't get a mortgage in time was back on the market. Also that night, while wondering around Eastown at three in the morning, I came across a really hot, really drunk girl stumbling in my general direction, balling her eyes out. I go up to her and give her a huge hug. We stood their for probably 4 minutes in the low 30° F temp. just huging and swaying slightly. Eventualy she says alright, thanks, I'm sorry... and starts to get off me so I offered to walk her home and talk for a while. We were getting flirtacious, and as we got near her house she asked if I needed a place to crash for the night. Inside I was screaming YES, but I had to leave for my paper route in half an hour, and I still had a 20 min walk back home. So I politly refused, cursing my paper route the whole time.

Now I sit here thinking about the last month, and it just occured to me that I may be in the exact same position I was in a month ago. Two jobs, an offer in on a house that I'm supposed to win, and still a single virgin. So in the long run no harm done, I'm down a few dollars, up a few scars (I heald so amazingly fast even the doctor I went to see for a check up was impressed), up a few stories, and have a slightly different look on life. I've been much more social since the accident, I've alot more respect for the fact that I'm alive. When I first got back, people were asking me if I was ok, how do I feel, and I would just answer 'I'm Alive' like it ment everything in the world, and to me it did. I started loosening up on alot of the little shit and started to just enjoy my life, I never know when I'll get hit again. So that was Last Month through the eyes of Chris. I hope you found it interesting enough to read all of it.