On day 100 of crossing America barefoot I travelled from Defuniak Springs FL to Mossy Head FL...

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The green carpet where I slept was dry even though it rained most of the night. I could feel an insanity resting deep in my face.

The moon was still visible but it could not save us.

I spent most of the morning looking at my phone and wondering if any of the thoughts inside of it would survive.

Something terrible would soon be able to touch the all the nuclear codes.

When I began walking I had an urge to stop traffic until all the roads in america died.

One day everyone will be able to walk down the middle of the road free from all the violence this society has built.

I passed a golf course and felt unhinged.

I hope you’re happy touching sports so good you never notice when everything finishes burning around you.

Before I left Defuniak Springs I stopped at a grocery store and bought some kale.

People pointed and whispered, “It’s one of those kale eaters.”

The day felt monumental not because it was my hundredth day of walking across america but because a man who hates everything except himself (or any other rich white man) will be free to burn the world for profit. We now have a president who does not care about the future of humanity on planet earth.

I’m ashamed of the majority of white men of america to the point I want to remove all evidence of being a white male from my body.

It began to rain so I sat on a bench and watched the rain. My dad called. We talked about trying to find hope in a system where the only safety net will be wealth. Part of me wanted to curl up and wait for my brain to melt but instead I began walking in the rain. With each foot step I felt more angry and helpless.

Grow an organism so large it drowns out anyone and everything who has ever tried to harm a living being.

Anyone who supports the president does not care about humanity or the future of earth. If you support this president you openly admit it’s okay to hurt women, people of color, minorities, the disabled, poor people, or anyone in need. I wish there was a way to transfer all the emotional and physical violence of this new presidency from those at risk to myself. I am out here in america. Please bring me your hatred and pain.

We would have been better off electing a barrel of burning tires as president.

As I was passing a junkyard a man with a pickup full of old washing machines yelled, “trump for president.” I asked him why he wanted to see the world burn. He just laughed.

The language of this world has maybe died and been replaced with another hole that can only say things its own thoughts already believe.

An hour later two people in a white truck stopped and asked if I needed anything. I lied and said I didn’t need anything instead of being honest and saying, “I need you to admit climate change is real. I need you to do everything you can to fight for this earth. I need you to reject everything our fascist president tries to do to this world and its people.”

I need people to understand this earth does not only have to create systems of death and wealth.

When it got dark my legs didn’t want to do anything else. I walked another four miles in the dark. My map said I was near a church but the only thing I found was a cross next to a carport. I crawled under it and went to sleep before I even finished zipping my sleeping arrangement closed.

Please donate. I am raising awareness about climate change with this walk. All the money raised goes to a great environmental organization called the FANG Collective.

What I ate on day 100: Pinto beans, mangoes, dates, black eyed peas, salsa, mushrooms, kale, and blueberries.

A poem

A tree / does some / thoughts / and / thinks / it doesn’t / look good / for us / in a grocery store / a man / on the television / says / I’m pretty good / at doing stuff / no one believes / him / years from now / we’ll find out / he only got / one vote / you were / the only one / everything else / lied / or / was fake / be alone / crawl in a hole / never open / your brain / again

If you're interested in my previous journey across America check out the book: I am a road.

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