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It was the summer of my high school graduation and I was 18 years old. All of my friends decided to go to Mertal Beach for the last week before we all went off to college. We all knew that we weren't going to see each other until winter break where we all decided to rent a sky cabin. Even thou I did want to hang with my buds chasing girls and drinking suds all summer long I wanted to do something a bit more poetic. I decided that I would cross the country backpacking. They all thought I was nuts but I didn't care. I wanted to do something like this while I was still young and able. I didn't want to look back and wished I did it. So one yearly Saturday morning I headed out. All I had was some change of clothes, 100 dollars cash and a map. I figured I would make my way by hitchhiking the major highways. Even thou I was told this was dangerous and that I could be picked up by a freak. But I could take care of my self I was 18. I was in great shape too. My arms where so freaking hung from lifting weights in the gym. I was always told that they didn't match my chest because they where so big. Which in a sense was true because I was always working out my arm more then the rest of my body not to say that the rest of me was a twig. But my arms where my trademark. My biceps and my upper legs had almost the same measurements. They even had that giant vein running down the middle of my arm, which looked like a seam line. I always showed them off by wearing sleeves shirts or shirts one size smaller then what I should be wearing. This girl one time said I had the body of a swimmer and the arms of an action figure toy. I was a bit of a narcissist I guess. I was proud of the way I looked. I even fussed with my hair a ...

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