Day 1 of observation in the woods. Damn is it hot right now. Shit, I forgot what it was like all of those years ago to live without an air conditioner. So yeah dude, this is America. I'm like totally sitting here on a tree stump at about... What time is it? Well damn, my phone is dead. My guess is that its about 11:00 at night or something around there.
God am I bored. There is no sign of the one and only, the legendary Bigfoot. In my spare time I like to study cryptids because its cool, you know? I wish I could say it was cool outside though. I'm probably covered in mosquito bites; my legs are itchy as fuck!
Okay, let me shut up and get back to business before I run out of memory to record on this thing. This is day 3 since I ran away from the White House to track Bigfoot here in the Appalachian Mountains. You know, all the way up in the New York section. It took a while to get here, but I had to walk. There were recent Bigfoot sightings in this area, so yeah. Had to check it out.
I've been chilling here in the forest in an old cabin that's probably managed to stay built since about 1953. That spot of land is built on is mine- not that the rest of the country isn't. Just a bit of land for personal time when I want to go camping. Anyway, anyway...
Shit, it feels good to be here in the woods alone. Kind of creepy though, y'know? I hope there isn't any ghosts and stuff of old settlers or something. That would be creepy and stuff.
So far no sign of Bigfoot. I know he's real! I can feel it in my heart. It would be so cool to meet the big guy and just give him a handshake and tell him how awesome he is. America signing out for the night.
A/N: So yeah, this is my first story under this pen name. The rest of the story will be told through all different kinds of perspective. Stay tuned, thank you for reading!