fuchs dispatch
In early 1997, Michael Fuchs shoveled all his earthly crap into the back of a 17-foot U-Haul. He threw his laptop in the cab. And he headed off for a 9-day meander across the U.S.
That first night, lounging around and drinking beer in a deeply seedy motel outside of Memphis, he heard the laptop keening sweet little solicitations at him. So he logged in. And he proceeded to send an account of his day's adventures, and related reflections (which all seemed harmless enough), to a handful of friends and family members.
But it was all downhill from there.
Now, Michael suffers from a demonstrated inability to travel without sending stilted prose and pixellated photographs shooting drunkenly around the globe. Somehow, he has concluded that he isn't really falling in far-flung forests, unless someone is there to see him hit the dirt.
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