Who has a fascinating story to tell?

Answer 1

well it depends on what you call fascinating, but here goes,
around 1990,i was living in california,i had a dog named Brownie, that i really did not want,so i decided one day to jump on a freight train and hitch a ride, and the first time that dog turned its back, i was gone,well, we got to Georgia, and there i got tossed in jail for a few days for being in the train yard, well they let me out of jail and, i think to myself about Brownie, that is the end of that, well, they tell me, "we do not want to see you here again,and your dog is across the street in the pound" well, there was Brownie,and the reason for coming east, was to walk on the Appallachian Trail, so we start walking, with a thousand $ in my pocket, i buy a crummy bedroll in a garage sale, and a canopener and a few cans of food, and some T-shirts and i wrap up the food in the T-shirts and me and Brownie hit the trail, first we have to walk from Atlanta to Dalonaga Ga where the trail begins,that was in July, so we begin walking,we walked around in the south Ga Nc Sc and then back on the trail, somewhere i met some people named of Felts, they must have given me over two hundred dollars worth of gear a sleeping bag trail food, a stove, fuel and a reservation in a motel in the next town, which i could not use because of Brownie, well i did not care, we were in Tn by then,and everything was going okay, somewhere in Va Brownie met up with the father of her puppies, now i do not know what a dog's time is, so when we got to about the middle of Va Waynesboro, there is a place called Rusty's Hard Time Hollow,well about forty miles from there is where Brownie decides to have her puppies, and by now it is cold and snowy, so there we are in the middle of nowhere, the woods in a trail shelter, but it is very cold, and Brownie brings five puppies into the world, well, there we are, in a sleeping mummy bag, me five puppies and Brownie, about the size of a, large beagle, sixty five pounds anyway, it begins snowing, and there appears some dads and their kids out for the week end, hiking on the trails, it is dark and there is Brownie not wanting them to get in the shelter, well we passed the night, and in the morning they took me out to the road and gave me a ride to Rusty's, it was Thanks Giving, i stayed in Rusty's a few days, and he threw me out, says he did not want the dog there, gave me food and a pack and put the puppies in a cardboard box and we start walking, well, i walked about another forty miles, it is so cold, freezing, and we get to a place called Rockfish gap, and then there was a Howard Johnsons rest, well i kept going in there for coffee and trying to figure out what to do with the puppies, there was a small gasstation there too, and i began talking with the guy who worked in there, a korean amerian guy, so i tried calling a taxi to take me to new york, about four hundred and fifty dollars they wanted, anyway, after talking with the guy in the gasstation for awhile, he said he was going to nyc, and if i would wait, he would give me a ride, so wait i did, and he went to his house, and after getting a few things we were on our way, well, i think i got in nyc on Dec 12th, AND gave the puppies away, Brownie lived about eight years after that, and here i am, still wanting to finish the AT and maybe i will get around to it this year, if this story is not that fascinating, it is not my fault, some of my life would be alot more fascinating than it is,or has been, but that is another story, not so fascinating, i hope you do enjoy this story and thank you for your time and space, thank you very much