Have you ever played Smashy Road? It’s one of those highly addictive games that suck you in to a simple, pixilated world of vehicular violence and evasion. ”Escape the POLICE, the SWAT, the ARMY JEEPS and the TANKS! How long can you last?” Exclaims the online teaser. Sound like fun? As a game with no real-life consequences, sure, it’s fun. But as a metaphor describing my relationship to Zoom Town? No, not fun at all.

When am I leaving? And how many boxes of books did I pack into my new project? I am leaving, hopefully, a day or two after the longest night of the year, and the boxes number well over 40. Am I ready? As ready as I’ll ever be to continue traveling down this crazy rabbit hole. 

There is still much to do before I flee Zoom Town (Missoula). Do I turn my box truck into a moving billboard for my project BEFORE I leave, or somewhere along the way? First, the Ford dealership needs to fix my side mirror for the absurd price of over $700 dollars, then I need to send some documents to my public defender, then I need to say goodbye to the kids. 

Am I obsessed? Am I reckless? Am I crazy and full of dangerous rage? Here is how I would answer those questions were they posed to me directly, and not behind my back by directors of nonprofits, like the United Way of Missoula, and State Representatives, like Ellie.

I am focused on understanding and shattering the narrative control surrounding the Sean Stevenson case, I am not afraid of what might happen to me as a result (including death), and my synchronicity buddy, therapist, and other supporters help keep my unconventional investigative approach somewhat tethered to consensus reality.

My last adventure lasted two months, covered over 7,000 miles, and produced a manuscript of around 144,000 thousand words. What will this adventure help me create? Stay tuned and find out!