99milemarch

A quick update on this adventure with #Guitarmy on the #99MileMarch

I found out about the march on my way up to the NatGat.  Wasn’t quite prepared for it at all but knew the moment I heard about it that I must go.  I’m on the third day now.  It’s 11:44 pm and I’m leaning up against the wall of a strange building in Trenton, NJ.  

The first day was hard.  It was 100+ degrees and we marched 15 miles.  I spent the last of my cash to keep my phone on and didn’t have much to eat.  Breakfast that morning consisted of a granola bar and green super food (you put it in water and drink it- like liquid veggies).  Later throughout the march, some wonderful ladies passed out peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and that was all i had to eat for the day.  I chanted/sang my ass off and wore myself out a little more than I knew.  As soon as we landed at the farm I set up the tent and passed out- which meant I missed dinner.  The next morning I awoke and found breakfast to be oatmeal and fruit.  After marching 15 miles on peanut butter and jelly I needed protein- bad.  They ran out of eggs before i woke up- which was pretty early-  8:45… but not early enough.  Within about 2 hours I had a major breakdown.  I asked for more food and was told to be more self reliant.  

Yeah so I am broke.

It’s not fun to be broke and maybe I should not have come on this journey with no money but my heart led me here…  and i didn’t expect resources to be so low.  I wish I had done more fundraising for this.  I wish I could fundraise for myself…  I screwed that up a while ago.  Some of you may remember that…  My WikiLeaks campaign that went terribly wrong :\  Lost that wepay account…  I’ll talk about that again later, maybe.

So anyways, I actually slammed a door and ran off crying because I was so offended that I was being told to be self reliant when I was in such a state of exhaustion and hunger- especially after how much work I have done for this movement and how much I put INTO this march.  I go and hide in my tent and BAWL.  Next thing I know a few different people are at my tent, bringing me *more* peanut butter and jelly, lemonade and chips.  The lemonade and chips were heaven.  Another woman brings me a piece of cheese- what I originally asked for.  I eat it all and pass out for most of the day.  Needless to say I missed the march.  They went 18 miles.  And it was hot, hot hot out there.  

That night we all had a big concert/jam session but I was not really feeling well still.  I passed out and woke up this morning and ate eggs very happily.  We had a torturously long GA where we all mostly complained and got almost nothing done, regarding solutions.  And there is a very mentally ill woman causing a bit more trouble than we need right now…  It is quite hard to know how to deal with her in a loving way.  

To talk about something postiive- The farm- Snipes Farm, in Philadelphia, was amazing.  Beautiful.  Much gratitude and thanks to them for providing us with a place to rest for 2 nights.

Right now I am about to pass out.  I am going to have to find a way to get some cash in my pocket and hopefully raise some funds for this march.  We are getting SO much positive feedback from people on the road and I can tell what we are doing is GOOD and essential right now for this country.  We are planting seeds of courage and change.  As hard as this journey had been for me- physically, it is absolutely worth it.  I look forward to tomorrow.

Me laying on the front steps of Trinity Church in Princeton, NJ as we are being told we need to leave. While marching we made contact with them telling us we were able to stay the night. By the end of our escapades we were told we must vacate by 9pm or face “the law”. You think dealing with the #D17 action and the conviction of Mark Adams who received 45 days in Rikers; occupiers would have learned a lesson. STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM CHURCHES NAMED TRINITY!