I don't remenber who recommend this movie to me, but from my perspective it is a very special movie.
My Own Private Idaho
Pale sky, dry grass, and an endless road extending to the horizon
Hawk howling,  bug noise, and silence
Hustlers live at the bottom of the world
Cracking lives, desperate
Some of them live by stripping, some of them are just passengers. They are different.
Passengers can quit any time they like, the street life is just one of their options. But  for the others, this is all they got. Mike is just one of them, he is professional. His life is full of lies. He got a dream to follow. From Portland to Idaho, from America to Rome. He loves someone, a passenger, whom he shouldnt love. But the one he loved just spared him off and left with a girl as the passengers are privileged. He is doomed to go on his own road. Nobody or nothing can save him from it. Even if the road is fucked up, even if the road has no end. He will just sleep,  wake, hustle and then sleep, on the road, of his own. This is no pain, for him, this is life.
I guess I understand the misery from this movie, but I don't wanna and maybe will never know it.
I got my own road to drag on.