Crack a Steelie kid.

Hoppin’ them trains ain’t easy.

Drinkin’ and smokin’,

Bein’ free is hard.

No responsibilities,

Dirty socks, disease,

Little to no bills.

No romance in poverty.

Only in the books.

You picked your own life.

Enlightenment of the road.

Hedonism fades.

Live between the worlds,

work for what you need Greenhorn.

You’ll find your own way.

Just stay clean out there.

Happiness is shared Greenhorn,

in and out’s ok.

Sex, society…

Don’t need to be a lifer.

Bourgeoisie will pay.

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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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