Hobo Confessions #5: Thou shalt not bother Jaime

January 28th -

Very chilly today. Luckily, Sean has made us breakfast. And dinner. Fucking delicious, and the nutrients are glorious. I'm not sick anymore. We've done so much, I've learned so much. I don't know where to begin. Baggie Omelets. Wood gathering. Talks about family, women, life, government, medicine, psychology, physics, chemistry, drum circles. Fishing. Joint rolling. Pine-lemon tea. Cat tails (the plant). Cats. About a thousand -

animals I didn't know existed. Spirit animals. Totem animals. Fat wood. Spanish moss -> old man's beard. Failed fire starter experiment. Jaime in the woods with a drum set. Buzzards/turkey vulture. The animal trials. Reiki. It is no mistake I met this man. Thank you Universe. Tomorrow we leave the woods. "FREE Yourself."

I'm not going to start explaining everything I learned for a few reasons.

It would take multiple posts to cover all the ground Sean did.
He might have been wrong, and then I'd be giving bad advice on edibles growing in the woods. Not wise.
I can't remember it all because he talked a whole lot and I don't have a solid 12 hour attention span.

This is a case where the journal entry does the experience justice without me getting in the way down here with the commentary. The experience was invaluable, I won't forget it any time soon. I had been asking Mother Earth for exactly this kind of encounter. Turns out the pine needles we made tea with are loaded with vitamin C. She makes me sick, she makes me well. I don't get it either.

Jaime in the woods; I felt bad for jaime. He was just trying to practice on his drum set. Here comes Sean, just itching for a drum circle. He was convinced he was hearing a drum circle when we took off out of campsite to follow the noise. Jaime has a full kit, with a milk crate boosting up a laptop with giant headphones a half mile down the road, and he hasn't heard us coming. Sean has been drumming on random objects and clapping to answer Jaime, but Jaime is in the fucking zone.

His eyes were wide when he noticed us stumbling up the dirt trail in the now twilight. Didn't occur to me at the time, but Sean and I had a combined total of 10 inches of hunting knife blade at our sides.

Sean proceeds to talk the kids ear off about drum circles for 45 minutes, while trying to play a snare drum with his hand. I felt for Jaime, the way he spoke was quick and he agreed with everything in a nervous tone, while flipping aside his mid-length super-mario-mushroom cut. I think he just wanted to play his set.

At the end of it though, I had played with a drum set for the first time in my life. I declined at first, but Sean insisted, saying, "Free yourself." These words will stick in my mind.

Here are links to the confessions if you want to catch up! Follow along if you're enjoying, I would appreciate it greatly.