A nigga from the hood was my survialist sensei

I was camped on a mountain in Colorado for 26 days, and when i stopped at a gas station at the bottom, a black man asked me where the fuck i’d been. He’d been in these mountains for 99 days and was curious about my journey. <br><br>Since we’d both been in the wilderness for months, we decided to exchange our experiences. He told me about how he knew some plants that you could fucking eat, and i told him about how you could collect water out of plants. <br><br>I had a can opener and a lighter, and he had a whole fucking backpack full of survival shit, including a lighter and a fucking machete. He said he was there with his wife and three kids, but they were back at the camp. Seems like the kind of dude that would leave his wife and three kids with only a knife and not even a lighter while he goes on a 15 mile walk to the gas station. <br><br>He showed me the way to the nearest grocery store, but not before inviting me to his camp. i decided not to, because why would i want to hang out with three kids and a wife when i’m getting ready to hit the road. We said our goodbyes and parted ways, and i never saw him again. <br><br>But i’ll never forget how he cared about me more than his own fucking family.