Skitch and the Bastard Part I

30 03 2010

I like to travel.  As a matter of fact, I love and live to do it.  The new places, new smells and all of the new experiences and people that come along with traveling have kept me yearning for more.

My biggest “Aha!” moments have occurred during some of my most memorable trips and I don’t think I would be the same person had they not happened. Walking the empty, ancient streets of Rome in the middle of the night, talking to a delusional ice cream store owner in Nashville, driving to South Carolina to a beach home with friends only to learn that “money talks” and respectable real estate companies prefer not renting to fraternity brothers- every, single one of these adventures has left a lasting impression.

My most recent adventure to Texas was no different.  In my preparations for the trip, I decided to take a much different approach- I would be a sponge, an observer if you will, and completely take in all that would surround me. 

If I stumbled across a man walking around in a pink wig and thong, I would find out why. If a homeless man asked me to do some PR for his traveling “troupe of artists”, I would oblige him. And if a man, tattooed from head to toe, stepped out of his parlor to strike up a conversation- I would happily listen and learn.

The next two posts are the stories of some of the most interesting people I have ever met.  These are my observations.  These are their stories.

This is the introduction to a three-part series about my reflections of a journey to Austin, Tx.