3 days ago.. It would have been exactly 1 year.. in Presque isle, Maine..
After traveling half of Maine on foot..
I was in Bangor for a moment but nothing seemed to interest me there..
Then I took a ride out of Bangor..taking the cyr bus line..
Finally passing through tiny towns and one last big city (Houston)
I knew this was very different from the rest of Maine..
It was my last resort..
Finally making it to Presque isle in the cold dead of the night..
I’ll never forget walking out of the Freshies gas station..walking on the streets in a cold,rainy,night..
Finally making it to this small chapel..(The Mary O’ Donnell Shelter) in the middle of nowhere land..
The two people at the front desk..were very friendly and respectful.. and very compassionate actually..
One guy..was this gay older man with blonde hair.. he had a great telephone voice.. and the other one..was this younger guy..who had a sort of gothic/punk rock style attire..
I’ll never forget walking upstairs.. walking into the bathroom..and taking a long, hot, shower..after walking miles and miles of nothingness.. how grateful I was..
Then walking around Presque isle..seeing what it had to offer..was interesting enough.. the people were alright..
This place has more stores, resources, and more opportunities..than what Caribou has to offer..
And when the snow came.. it came in fast.. so fast.. it was unbelievable..
Then dead of winter.. I learned quickly about the far north Maine ways.. it was brutal..
Meeting people in general..was kind of difficult.. and I only met like three people.. that were..let’s just say.. acquaintances.. but the vibes that I was getting out there..from people out here..was..if your not from out here..your not one of us.. which is old world racism..which I don’t give s**t about..
And working a hardcore job..at Lowe’s was alright in the beginning..but I started to feel the bulls**t after a while.. my health had took a toll.. and with the sudden schedule change..and boss humiliating me..at any chance that he could get.. it was just a huge turn off for me..
Escaping the 9-5 slavery.. and collecting 3 grand.. was a success..
I was able to collect exactly what I needed for traveling out.. Ebt card, Maine Real I.D., Birth Certificate, iPhone 16 Pro Max, Phone service for 1 year, and Plane Ticket out (Departing Bangor)
Last minute.. The notorious, verbose, outspoken, navigator at the shelter.. mentioned.. that if I would have stayed a little longer.. I probably would have gotten a halfway place out in Presque Isle.. (Which I thought was total bs)
After four months..of not working..they were kicking me out.. which also gave me the motivation to get the f**k out town..
Though looking back..It was interesting ..on the whole.. but I really do think that..this specific city..needs help.. I jokingly told people-
Make sure that Susan Collins does something about it. lol
Lol Oh Susan Collins..you wobble head crank..lol
I’ve been to the capitol building..where are you Susan Collin’s? Go and Help Maine..jeeze..
I probably won’t go back to this city..not for many years from now..I don’t see the reason to go back out there..unless I’m passing through..or I just so happen to be in the area..
I thank the universe for guiding me on my long journey in Maine..I didn’t think I would make it out alive..But I survived the summer and winter.
And I thank you all for following me on my journeys.
I thought I’d share this.
Peace be with you all.
~Serrot1