Please visit breakerwhiskey.com for more information or to send a message to Whiskey's radio. Breaker Whiskey is an Atypical Artists production created by Lauren Shippen. If you'd like to support the show, please visit patreon.com/breakerwhiskey. As a patron, you will also receive each week's episodes as one longer episode every Monday. ------ [TRANSCRIPT] [click, static] (sighs) I suppose I should thank you for the birthday wishes, but I’m not feeling particularly gracious. Instead, I’m frustrated. I’m nearly to California—I think LA is going to be my next big stop, seems like a good place to ring in the New Year—but, I’m nearly to the other coast and it has me thinking about…what this is all for.  I came out here to find other people. That’s what I told myself. But after the first week, when it became so clear that other people were going to be hard—if not impossible—to find, it became about something else. Or…I allowed it to be what it was always about. Which was me.  I needed to get away. I needed to move forward. Literally, I guess. And then you. Even in my heart of hearts I’m not sure I expected to find you. I’m not sure I thought I would ever speak to another person ever again. And it brought hope back into my life.  I hadn’t realized how much I was missing hope. How vital of an emotion it is. But with hope comes disappointment. And I didn’t think I could be disappointed with people anymore, not after— [click, static] Anyway. I’ve made it all the way across the country, nearly, and what do I have to show for it? A weird ghost story, Dean Martin’s suit, and a fair-weather friend. And maybe I was focused on just getting out, getting away, but I’m tired of not understanding the world.  It’ll be a new year soon. 1975. Halfway through a decade—a decade in which I’ve seen exactly one other person in flesh and blood. I don’t know that there will be people to find in Los Angeles—or any answers at all—but I think it’s time I settle in somewhere, maybe just for a bit, a few weeks, and figure out what the hell I’m doing. Because I can’t drive around this country forever. Moving continuously is not the same as moving forward.  [click, static]