The Legend of Mister Lost: Part 1

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We all have that one friend or acquaintance that’s just a little strange. Strange in the tiniest ways; barely perceptible but they always leave you with curious thoughts. Being inspired by these weirdos is almost impossible to avoid. There is a zest for life living in them that is rare and remarkable. Hold on to these people the best you can because they are special indeed. This is just the beginning of the story about our dearest friend. His name is Mister Lost.

HE GREW UP SOMEWHERE IN THE PLAINS, WE BELIEVE, SOMEWHERE SNUGGLED BETWEEN NOTHING AND NOWHERE.

Mister Lost has a typical name beyond the moniker that he goes by today. From the plainness of the plains, Mister Lost needed something more. As a natural adventurer trapped in a dusty farming town, Mister Lost was born to be a ramblin’ man.

It is rumored that he split town as soon as he could, at the young age of 13. He had saved up pennies and dimes from mowing lawns to buy provisions for the road. His first vehicle of choice was a little red wagon, stolen from his neighbor’s yard on the night of his great escape. Dirtbags can be spotted by their creative home choice, however we still don’t quite see how he was able to turn a wagon into a home. Nevertheless, a legend was created.

After choosing life as a vagabond, he began to realize that the streets were no place for a young boy. During the day he took to the libraries of many small cities, in hiding of the child protection agencies and scummy adults. There, while pouring over dusty books and maps, he cultivated a love of geography and photography as well as a direction to head.

HE REALIZED FROM THE PICTURES THAT THE WEST WAS WHERE HE NEEDED TO GO. WITH CRASHING OCEANS, DESERTS, MOUNTAIN RANGES AND ENDLESS FORESTS, HE KNEW THERE WOULD BE ENOUGH VARIETY TO KEEP HIM ENTERTAINED FOR YEARS TO COME.

Making money came hard for the young Mister Lost, which slowed his travel time. He was too young for a job but eventually found a niche market scamming children in the passing towns. Selling counterfeit baseball cards to wealthy ignorant children made to be the perfect money making opportunity. He was even able to make a few friends in the towns, convincing them to sneak their parent's food out to the backyard where he would pitch his tent. Then together they would camp in the backyard and Mister Lost would tell stories of his travels, inspiring wide eyes and a lifetime of inspiration to every child he talked to. He would always leave before dawn to deter followers. Many children’s lives were changed forever, with Mister Lost’s wanderlust seed planted deep in their mind.

WITH A NEWFOUND ENDLESS DESIRE TO ROAM, THE GENERATION OF THE DIRTBAGS WERE BORN.

 

To be continued with Part No.2: The Teenage Years...

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