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| I woke up to this in my Facebook inbox:
hey im chris one of bill joyce's good friends, i'm not sure if you know but he got in a car accident friday night and died, im sorry to tell you this way but i didnt know how else to contact you, he talked about you alot, i hope you get this before the wake so you have the opportunity to go to it. if you want to know more you can call his house at 978-663-4925 or you can call me 508 423 0800. he was looking forward to climbing things with you and possible getting a pair of roman style sandals from you, said you inspired him to go bigger. but like i said any questions dont hesitate calling those numbers, really hope you get this I'm totally destroyed. I only knew Billy for about a year in high school, he was a freshman and I a junior, then he switched schools. We didn't get to hang out much afterwards, but we've always kept in touch. He had a spark of innocence and a determination that was totally unmatched. We tried to get a Purgatory Chasm trip going a bunch of times but never succeeded. I guess I just figured it would happen eventually. I got him into parkour. I got him into barefooting. He had just bought his second pair of FiveFingers.
I can't stand this. It's so fucking unfair that this happened to him. Billy was one of the best, guys.
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| I've never felt happier, more at peace, or more alive than when running with total abandon. No direction, purpose, destination, or distance predetermined, just the discovery of new paths and the challenge of new terrain. Not knowing or caring how I'm going to get back, but confident that a way will be found. Flowing through the world on the power of my own two feet in search of new places and experiences. It clears my mind, refreshes my spirit, and grounds me. I just want to go... and never stop moving.
Running is autonomy, power, and possibility.
Running is freedom.
I miss it.
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| Thurs-now has been fucking unbelievable. Movies/cooking with Morgan, then Boston/movies/playground/Veggie Planet/Tealuxe/awesome also with Morgan, then Naked Hiking Day 2009, then hanging out/cooking with Sandra, then chilling with Jon and Sandra, then Tarzan/sleepover with Jon. Best of times.
I only found out on Friday that Sunday was National Naked Hiking Day, and damnit I wasn't passing it up! I LOADED up on bugspray, threw on some shorts and a shirt and grabbed my bag and an apple. I walked down the street to the trail entrance, went in a ways and disrobed. I've never seen another person on those trails, and on top of that it wasn't (to a normie) good hiking weather so I was confident there wouldn't be anyone around. I had my shorts in quick-release mode sticking out of my bag, but it was a precaution I never needed to use.
It. Was. Awesome.
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