Friday, December 03, 2004 :::
 

Heading deep into the northern bush with nothing to look forward to but horrendus black flies, mosquito’s cold damp miserable weather and 12 hours a day of brutally hard work. No wonder as the sounds of Gun & Rose worked us into a near frenzy. Their tune “Crazy” blasted from the stereo of the beat Deisel Rabbit we were piloting towards our summer of tree planting hell.

You're crazy, hey, hey
You know you're crazy, oh my!
You're fuckin' crazy, oh child
You know you're crazy, Ay, ay, ay, ay,
You know you're crazy, Hey, hey,
You're fuckin' crazy, Oh child,
You know you're crazy, Ay, ay, ay, ay,
You're fuckin' crazy, Yeah
You know you are!
Bring it down!
You're fuckin' crazy!


So we happen upon a derelict 4x4 stuck in a ditch. We hop out tunes blasting, brains fried & grab our shovels and just smash the fuck out the truck. Windows… smashed, doors destroyed, headlights? Fractured into a million peieces. Dented the fuck outta the body. And then as the song ended we stared at the destruction and felt vaguely satisfied that we were the ones who were punishing the bush and not the other way around.

But the funniest thing was a few days later at our bush camp. We saw some hunter driving that old now doorless destroyed truck somewhere into the endless maze of logging roads that criss cross the near north.

We just kinda stared at each other in dis belief.

What the….???

::: posted by Mega at 7:03 AM

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