The Beginning (If there is such a thing)

I’m not burning my money.
I’m not hitchhiking.
I will not eat berries.
I am not a hippy.
I have never read Into The Wild (or seen the movie, for that matter)

Hi, my name is Frisco Edwards and there’s a subtle possibility I might be a little crazy.
Not in the ‘I like to wear suits made out of people’s hair’ crazy or the ‘I think making a transformers 3 is a good idea’ crazy, but rather in the ‘I can’t believe that white boy has a Thug Life tramp stamp’ crazy.

I believe in having fun and more importantly I believe in doing what you want to do. Maybe that’s crazy. I feel like I just started a political debate: “I believe that all American’s should have the right to do whatever they want…my fellow candidates might call me crazy, but that’s just what I believe.”

Sorry. Let’s get to the point.

For reasons I won’t go into, I decided to drive to Alaska after graduation. Now I’m trying to stay up late so that I can sleep-in tomorrow in order to get a super early start on the drive (midnight to be exact).
When I first started telling people I was going to do this, the conversation would go like this:

Someone: So, what’s the plan after graduation?
Me: I’m moving to Alaska.
Someone: Oh. What’s in Alaska?
Me: I don’t know. I’ll let you know when I get back.
Someone: No I mean…well…why are you going to Alaska?
Me: Why not?
Someone: Do you have family up there?
Me: Nope.
Someone: Friends?
Me: Nope.
Someone: Is it a girl?
Me: Please.
Someone: A job?
Me: Nope.
Someone: Well…do you know where you’re going to stay?
Me: Nope.

The conversation would normally end at this point because the someone would like to ask the follow up question “What the hell is wrong with you?” but they’re too polite.

Sometimes it goes like this:
Someone: So, what’s the plan after graduation?
Me: I’m driving to Alaska.
Someone: You can’t drive to Alaska, it’s an island.

At a certain point I think people just chose to not believe I was leaving, because it was easier. Some people have a difficult time grasping something like this. And some people really just didn’t believe I was leaving *cough* Alisha *cough*

Somewhere along the way I decided my real answer when people asked me why I was going to Alaska was “to become a man.” I say “It’s my ‘here’s your spear, here’s your loin cloth, come back with the head of a lion and you’ll be a man.’
Don’t think it has anything to do with ‘finding’ myself. That’s for chicks.

The rest of the answers I have to keep to myself, but I hope I’ve given you enough motivation for you to believe my drive for such an idea.

With all that said, I’ve a few more things to clean around my apartment before I go to sleep for the night. Tomorrow, I wake up around 3 or 4 and roll out of Highland Village Texas at midnight on my way to Boulder Colorado to see an old friend on my way north.

From here on out I’ll do my best to keep you all updated. I hope to stay on top of this, I know there’s a lot of you guys out there wanting to know what’s going on. But I make no promises. Sometimes, life gets in the way.

I hope that, no matter what kind of cookey adventures and hilarious schemes I come up with, at the bottom of everything you’re inspired. I hope that when you read my work, if makes you want to get out and do something. You don’t have to move to Alaska, you don’t have to get a tattoo, you don’t have to ask the girl out, but live a little. If there’s something you’ve been wanting to do, do it (I’m driving to fucking Alaska, it’s the least you can do). Live (the verb, not the adjective or the band). Be unafraid.

Happy Trails, amigos.
And yeah, I do have a Thug Life tramp stamp.

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