Fat Pipi Pizza and Blue Thumb Blue, Water
So…for future Zack and anyone else following along. Moving to Austin…we know this…it’s the weekend so I haven’t talked to many on the phone about my decision. They know I’m out here journeying. Maybe they have work Monday..and know that I don’t..and I haven't worked in a good little while..…I don’t blame them for that feeling either. I understand when things get tough…when they get busy..in the rat race..in the game…that sometimes seeing someone experience a longer time of freedom…can make me jealous…or envious..idk which one applies..probably both. So sometimes I look away..or I find reasons to justify what i’m grinding for…and look for silly reasons to judge them on how they were able to do this….but the closer I got to this trip(past year or so)…without knowing that I was going to have an opportunity to take my own version of an extended freedom…I started looking at people…living. No matter what situation their life was in…I appreciated seeing the pretty pictures…I appreciated being brought along on a journey….of course I could tell the difference in a…travel for the likes…influencer stuff..and then the other side…the .genuine..I wish you were here with me…or the…this is what is out there. This is who I am and I’m proud of it side! I hope you know which side I’m on by now in this story. I’m sure there are people out there who assume it’s on the other side…I totally get it. Ya know..actually…… I could have been wrong in my judgement of people posting pretty things and places….I do feel like I have a good gauge on reading people…but ya know what guys……you all didn’t have a clue what I was going through for many years…and guess what….I don’t have a clue what they are going through or have been through either..…SO WHO AM I TO JUDGE?!?!? Who cares what anyones motive to do anything is…unless there is obvious malicious intent. Okay. getting off track Zack. There is a reason why we are all doing…well..all of this…there are so many freaking layers to this entire thing we are living in…..that to me…the skills we should work on are….patience, empathy, kindness, and love. Intentionality as well. I am so flawed. I am nowhere near perfect…but I don’t….not try…and I accept and acknowledge my mistakes..and sometimes I repeat some of the same mistakes….I’m not saying…because I am so cognizant that I am imperfect..that it doesn’t matter what I do….I am trying to say that I try to make attempts to make the appropriate changes to better myself and to prevent myself from hurting others…and unfortunately i’m sure I will hurt others or make the same mistakes in whatever capacity..again.I want to be held accountable when I’m wrong and I want to be called out.
If you are a person reading this sentence right now…who has been hurt by me in any way shape or form..there is an opportunity right here and now to text me at 478-957-6848 or Dallas.zack@gmail.com if its long… to confront me with it. I would like to help…or apologize..or just plain out give you a chance to let me hear it…and get it off your chest…and then in the end we can talk about what I could have done differently…or what I could have not done at all. I wouldn’t just put this out there if I didn’t think I could handle it. This offer is good..for the rest of our short lives…I recommend sooner than later! So if you aren’t comfortable or ready to let it rip now…hit me up on a weekday whenever down the road! I love you.
At sunset..I had a meatlovers at Fat Pipi Pizza.
Before the Fat Pipi Pizza though…. I went on a mini expedition. I feel like you are getting….. and about to get several sides of Zack. You aren’t out of those sad…deep.. dark woods yet, reader.
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Seventeen going under-Sam Fender
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I wake up at 6:30 am in Franz Josef from a call from the skydive company(I’m slated to meet them at 9:00 a.m.) It took her a few weird seconds to say….”sooo….aye mate.. it looks like cloud coverage is coming in….but we can get you off in 20 minutes if you wanna go ahead and head on down here eh?” I’m whispering in the hostel room…I said…No..9 is better…she said “okay great so I’ll see you in a few”..I said..”no…I cannot..come now “ probably too loud for the room but it had to be done. There was no way I would have even made it there in 20 minutes if I was slap ready to go…much less from a night of emotional..partial..sleep. I get a call near 8:30 a.m..after I’m 4 layers up and ready to go…”hiya mate..so ya..the clouds are a bugger today…we are also booked up for the afternoon and the next availability to jump is two days from now…so how about we book you for 3 pm on Tuesday”..lol. I need a refund. I’ll just look through old pictures if I need a thrill that badly.
I grab a coffee..can’t find the dang gas pump opener…like the gas tank opener…its on the floorboard by the floor mat on the drivers side..a lever..that unlocks the gas tank. A real “bugger”. Gas for my little Toyota full tank is 95NZ. $50ish USD. Great gas mileage on this Pipi though. I start my 2 hour drive to the next town..Hokitika. Riding up the west coast…I pass maybe 15 cars the entire drive. Maybe 20. I’m going to give you and I a break. We will break up this portion of the journey in segments as well…2 much going on ..not to document them. I’m having fun as well. Working through the tough stuff.…Mom…you can breathe. It’s going to be okay. Inhale…through your nostrils for 3 seconds…hold breath for 2 seconds…and then exhale for 4 seconds(through your mouth).
Much love.
