That's the idea, at least. I'm walking westward from New York City for nine months or so.
If everything goes according to plan, I'll be in Oregon when the clock runs out.
If nothing goes according to plan, maybe I'll end up in Peru or Mongolia or Pennsylvania.
You can read all about the details of my trip
if you're so inclined.
Or pants sorter!
Or goods importer! Or TV reporter!
Or generous rewarder! Or compulsive hoarder!
haha compulsive hoarder ftw
I think everybody should pick a line of work that rhymes with their last name.