Randy Your Sweetest Alcoholic
Randy is a raging alcoholic, who quit drinking about two years ago. since then he’s trying hard to survive by smoking a lot of pot . . .
at first even I was a little bit intimidated anxiously wandering eyes across his land.
but then his cabin is clean, and full of little bits and pieces that all have their place and everything makes sense.
sun powered solar panels, countless ducks in a paradise surrounded by the scrap of a junk-yard.
one of our friends, a logger, who’s cutting for a local timber-framer, has been living out of a tent
even if you tried you’d probably not find this place, hidden down gravel-roads and where few people go.
because it would be an inconvenient place to travel for most, without restaurant, fast food and bars.
you could bring your own snacks and your own booze, or whatever makes you happy, but you don’t want to go there, because you’re not going to like it.
I’ve always admired when outsiders manage to work their way up and especially when they go through unbeaten paths, gray zones, maybe even ways you’d call illegal to create something better, than what we all take for granted with our health insurance, dental care and annually ejaculations over charity, squirting some of our sugar onto the poverty plate, before we move on again with our blind-folded sheepish life.
rebels like Randy make life worth living, proving that Peter Pan does exist with all his cutesy fairies and funnily Randy looks a little bit like Santa Claus, even though I never wanted to find out what Santas butthole looks like – now I know.
mooning the world, showing everyone a finger, but giving you both hands if you need them, supporting without asking for pay, selfless, conscious, also making up for too many dark years where alcohol was the ruling force in his life, destructive and merciless – that’s why he’s now full of mercy.
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