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megastir
Mega means big or large
stir because I like to mix it up
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Friday, February 14, 2003 :::
The people from Skip's eye.
Skipper had a horrible eye infection. It was an awfully disgusting thing to look at, all puss and scabs, oozing, hideous really.
Skip and I were old friends. I played the role of the goofy kid who moved into the west Quebec bush after a long sojourn living in the islands. His role was the wizened bush guy. He knew all the tricks. He'd been born and raised in the Gatineau hills, an English guy surrounded by French Canadians. Unless you live here you can't imagine how hard it is to deal with the language, police and the beaurocracy. Everything is stacked against you. Hunker down, learn how to do everything your self, drill wells chop fire wood, build houses, grow dope, catch fish, hunt, lance your own boils.
Winter is brutal. In the spring the thaw comes. The only road in turns to a quivering mass of mud jelly. If you have a 4wd you can make it in but you will destroy the road. Then the bugs black flies and mosquito's so thick they block out the sun. Then when summer does come a hoard of cottagers hits the lake and it's a two-month frenzy of pasty Canadians toasting themselves pink under the ever-expanding ozone hole.
That's when they showed up. They oozed right out of the puss hole that used to be Skip's eye. They wanted to pave over cottage country. Couldn't understand why you would want to leave the bush alone. They hated the fact that Skip lived up there all year round; they were paranoid that he was using their land, ruining their road. They were awful. Tractors were driven, fences went up words were exchanged and surveyors were engaged. The people from Skip's eye were rich they had lawyers they thought they could force him out. They were wrong. Skip was poor and the poor qualify for Legal aid and in Quebec the arcane system is one based on the civil law codes from France. Skip fought for years with the taxpayers picking up his legal bills. He often was driven to near insanity by the tractors the fences and all the puss oozing out from the open sore that was his eye. It still goes on but the puss is drying up and the open sores are closing Its foolish to fight with someone who has nothing to loose.
Unless its about the fighting itself.
::: posted by Mega at 7:26 AM
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