Medicated, jaded, still rippin’ that steel when anxiety tortures me I quit my job year after fuckin’ year.I’ve lost friends.I’ve lost family.My choices burn deep red,with the passions in my soul rattlin’ around in my head.Jekyll and Hyde,I understand;There’s no use fightin’ it,I just no longer can.Make me happy,Make me sad,But you can’t make me fit in,Capitalism is bullshit,You can’t fuckin’ win.I’m never fully out of it,but I’m never full in,‘In-Between Societies,’Let that freedom sink in…
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Brian Cray is not a cyclist. He’s not a hitchhiker. He’s not a train hopper or an adrenaline junkie. He’s just an ordinary man with gypsy blood in his veins, who can’t seem to settle down. Nothing defines him. He goes wherever this world takes him on this journey we call life, roaming the world, at will, by any means. He aspires for a life of indefinite travel, a tiny home in the woods for him and his wife, and any work that keeps him wanderin’. Brian Cray is a travel writer at heart, sharing his stories with the world one keystroke at a time.


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