And I Ran... I Ran So Far Away...

“Me and you, and a dog named Mooch… Travelin’ and livin’ off the land…”Le sigh… That sounds wonderful right about now. When I took my first solo road trip alone a couple of months ago, things were sure easier. Nothing but the open road, some tunes, and a world full of photographic possibilities. It was pretty nice staring at the windshield, seeing what was coming up ahead rather than at a screen full of bad news.Politics can be pretty fucking depressing at times. Then add some family drama, a broken down truck, and dealing with my dad’s health problems, and DAMN.It can be a lot. My mental health is somewhat up and down anyway. Add a few extra annoyances and things can seem pretty shitty. In today’s podcast episode, I talk about some of these challenges. And what I’m doing to right the ship before it smashes into an iceberg.It’s not all that dramatic. I’m a pretty reasonable fella who can put up with a lot. But I do appreciate you letting me vent and being wonderful about your responses back. They sure do help. Thank you to all of our Mouthy Militia for being badass, great friends.I value and appreciate you all greatly. Thank you for lending me your ears, as always.If you enjoy my daily podcast, I’d love to have your support. It’s less than $5 monthly to support independent journalism, and I’d be honored to have you join our Mouthy Militia! Get full access to You Have the Right to Remain Mouthy at themouthyrenegadewriter.substack.com/subscribe