the continuing story

Jim decided he would leave and try to travel the world. he didn't have a lot of money, but he knew that if he was going to get away from the farm, he had to pick up his stuff and go. Herschel and Lynd didn't even make an attempt to stop him.

"I'm leaving!"

And off he went.

He traveled along a highway and found his way to a motel. It wasn't a great motel, and he swas pretty skint, but he had enough cash on him to stay there.

In the hotel, he continued to think on things that had happned. "Someone set me up, but i needed to leave because i was in danger. So the plan now is i guess to get out of town."

considering this wasn't really a crim drama, he wasn't going to be apprehended, and so he just kept walking until he found a better town and a more interesting place to live in.

When he arrived at the next town, he decided to try to put down roots. But this similarly failed - and this is the story of how it did.

Jim arrived in town, scoped out the area, staying in the local motel. He made some friends, but he knew once again that being a wanderer and having escaped from a broken home years ago, it was only going to become worse from here - or so he feared. But he knew that if he continued to try to find work, and move up the social ladder., maybe he would find safety somewhere some day.

And so Jim started looking around town, trying to find ways of understanding the local colour and finding a way to ensure not only his personal safetyy, but because he had a crazy god complex from years of abuse, he kept trying to make sure everyone else was safe to.

And the thing was, this usually failed.

So he knew now that his main focus was to keep working hard at his education, while he was there.

But his oppurtunities were limited. He had no diploma to speak of, having left school early - heck, he didn;t even have a full grade-school education.

So Jim. basically being really scared very easily, and knowing that he had to keep himself safe, decided that an incrimental approach in and around his personal safety would be of the utmost importance

Knowing this, Jim decided he would keep his contacts limited in this new town.

But it asn't long before local law enforcement became concerned once again, having been told by the sheriff of the previous town that he'd skipped it - of course.

Jim, realizing that he now was pretty much on his own, as usual, began working again towards finding a good place to sleep, a roof over his head, some food, and maybe some beer or something if he was gunna get really wild!

And so, drinking in the bar thatr night, Jim thought again over what his next steps would be.

He'd met a few people around town but they weren't sayin much.

Jim thought on this some more. his thought process wasn't necessarily super sharp, but he also knew a lot about life, and therefore how to survive.

He put down his drink and left. He didn't feel like drinking anymore.

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Jim walked around town. It was late.
He passed by the bar. Strangely there was even a burlesque, which he similarly avoided. he needed to get back to the motel and get to sleep

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The next day dawned and the sun came up over the clouds. Jim came out and saw some birds on a tree and thought - hey, this place aint so bad after all.

Taking a stroll down the local road he came upon a bicycle, and even though it was rusty, he got up and started cycling around. it kind of lurched a bit, but it seemed to work ok.

Jim found his way again to the local bar, and ran into one of the burlesque dancers.

"Hey Jim! Want to come in?"

Jim, having no reservations, came into the burlesque.

There were some dancers but they weren't really all that in his opinion, but the one who had invited him in seemed really cool, so he sat down and they talked for a few hours.

drinking a bunch of whiskeys - and he'd been a hard drinker, so he had the tolerance - he decided to try flirting with the dancer

"ey now ya seem like my type, why dun we head upstairs?'

"sure!" she said

and so lovemaking ensued, but we won't talk about that on this here forum

Jim came down a short while later, puffin out his shirtails and returning back to the motel

"well *urp* that was an experience."

and do

The next day.

Jim looked around the town, scoping out the police, who no longer seemed to care about him, and so he decided - ey, thigns could be ok here

but he knew also that things usually didn't turn out that way

and of course, he was right

t.b.c.