Outside Chiefland, FL, Brian was walking, barefoot, in the weeds alongside the road.
Hailing from Massachusetts, Brian carried a simple backpack and a hockey stick for protection. “Got any water?” he asked. I pulled over and filled his 16-ounce Gatorade bottle. Brian was searching for the meaning of life. He was 20-something and talked like he was rich with $200 in aide he received from “Obama.”