"rew JosephNovember 19, 2011 at 2:38 PMwishing my eyesight were perfect so that I could see every leaf, every green needle as I walk through the forest, realizing the sound of my breath is the loudest thing on earthhaving no compass on my gas tank or map in my saddlebag, twisting my wrist and knowing that death is inches awaygetting the ever-loving shit scared out of me when something shrieks in th" . . . .