Sept. 18-27, 2001-Everything I went through in these few days are as blurry as my vision was. The drinking was a pretty regular occurence. Seemed to help , but maybe not. I walked as far as S. Fort Myers and camped out in a swamp by a K-Mart. The beer prices were reasonable. I didn't dwell on the fact I had no plans or even a destination. It took a snake bite to bring me back to some kind of reality. I was going broke and my funds were drying up quick . Couldn't hardly walk because my foot swelled to the size of a watermelon. What would MacGiver do? I started limping back toward my neighborhood , where I knew people. Still as confused about life as I was when I started walking 2 weeks earlier. After a day or two ( don't really know how many) I was back on my turf. Foot healed somewhat and the poison out of my system as far as I could tell. Time to do something . My choice was to go back to work , but I didn't go back home. I thoght everything that could go wrong already happened . Boy! , was I dissullusioned! Times sure take a turn for the worse , when you are looking for a break.