It's late and I could go on for pages on this subject. About three months into my thru hike I was about to cross the Mason Dixon Line. I had hiked with a wonderful group so far and thought the world about everyone on the trail. We had become a family and sometimes I woulld have a partner for a week or so, theen we would drift apart and sometimes get together again a couple of hundred miles up the trail. By then everyone knew everyone within 20 miles of each other and as things go on the trail we were sort of a loose family. One very wet night in Md. I stopped at a shelter and Pat from Maine introduced me to "Russ". Russ was about my age and had started in Georgia in the spring. He lasted maby a week then quit and went home. I guess his wife was not pleased and nagged him so much for quitting that he went to Harpers ferry and startted north. I found him annoying from day one. He never left me, hiking about 10 feet behind me. He sang awful songs. I told him to shut up as he was scaring the wildlife so he driopped back to 20 feet behind me and kept singing. I told him to go ahead at one point as I wanted to hike alone. He went ahead but before i got 200 yards, there he was, sitting on a stump. He said,"just didn't want you to be lonely". I picked up my speed, practically running for miles. When we got to PenMar park he was beat and said he needed a break from the trail. I walked up to a couple having a picnic, introduced myself, and asked if they could drop Russ off at a motel. I felt I was rid of him and went on hiking into the night to put miles between us. A day later he was waiting for me at a road crossing, he had hitch hiked ahead to catch up with me. One night at a shelter he went to town and did his laundry. We all gave him money to purchase hot dogs, beer, and soda. One fellow was thirty cents short on his share and Russ had a real hissy fit. By now he had earned a trail name. AM, it stood for annoying man. Nothing changed for several days,I was hiking with a small group of friends and no matter what I did I could not shake AM. At Pine Grove Furnace a bunch of us went to dinner and left him behind, he never took the hint. I managed to get behind him just south of Boiling Springs. All my friends were planning so stay at trail angel, Mother Hen's house but I tented in a corn field rather than spend an evening with AM. Sometime during the night he decided the life on the trail wasn't for him and he went home. In the week or so he stuck to me I was nice and told him I wanted to hike alone, I insulted him, I even got nasty at times, I tried to ignore him and even toul him to ****** off a couple of times but he clung to me like I was a life preserver and he was a non swimmer in a very deep river. I can't give you any advice because nothing worked for me with AM. I'm sure he was no different in life than he was on the trail. He told me that in life he had worked alone in his own partner or secretary and had just retired. I feel sorry for AM because he was just plain lonely and in a strange enviroment but with hundreds of hikers on the trail in 2000 I just don'e know why this A** Hole adopted me.