Two years he walks the earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist . An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. So now, after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual revolution. No longer to be poisoned by civilization, he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild. Now you're in the wild, what are we doing? You're just living, man. You're just there, in that moment, in that special place and time. Yeah. Maybe when I get back, I can write a book about my travels. Why not? You know, about getting out of this sick society. I don't understand why people, why every fucking person is so bad to each other so fucking often. It doesn't make sense to me. Judgment. Control. All that, the whole spectrum. - Well, it just.....