Editor: The following was originally two comments left by Camper, a young, dread-locked traveler. We decided to post it – with some editing – as one article. This, in the midst of some local OB hate mongering – as we have been told that someone is passing out fliers that say “Trolls go home.” Here, then, in his own words, ….
So my name is Camper. My side of the story might strike your interest as I may be the first traveler to take the time and let you know where I’m coming from.
I’m from Detroit, Michigan and have been traveling for quite sometime. How long does not matter. Long enough to go from being that kid that every OB local can’t really stand, the kid in patchwork clothes panhandling for nothing but booze money, to someone who simply cares for his freedom, and wants a lifestyle not created by small group of narrow minded men.
I respect anyone and everyone on this earth simply because we’re in it together…however I always strongly believe that a strong majority of what some elitist traveler kids call yuppies abuse money whilst being miserable – a recipe for an unhappy life in the one that you get. If you’re abusing your money, you’re happy, and you’re not physically removing me from paradise … then you have my respect.
Questions should come because I’m not typing my book that I’ve been writing for the past 3 years in this forum comment, but that’s what it’s all about – “only an experience can show you that there’s no sense in living the american dream”
Yes, there are some kids out here like me who are traveling here for their own liberating reasons, and there’s the few that makes us look bad – we call them scwilly kids (pronounced Sha-will=ee). When a couple, smelly dreadlocked kids come into town looking to get drunk, I even get bummed knowing how much the locals with hate us this week.
The other day I got called a troll and spit on in an alley probably because I have dreadlocks and was no where near close friends….. I smiled at him and walked away. He called me a troll again so I turned around and asked him what a troll was. He took off his shirt and fitted San Diego hat as if he wanted to harm me and placed both on a grease covered dumpster. He patted his chest and start ranting about how we ruin his life, and literally almost broke down in tears. Finally he walked away, leaving his fitted hat on the dumpster – which I later sold for pot.
This is crazy!! OB locals that have something against traveler kids should realize we’re on this earth together and if you can’t see that then that might be the saddest story ever told……