re: #305 Fat Bastard Vegetarian

Ooh, yeah, I also used to love charging around with a big stick smacking the ice off the trees. We had a pine forest behind our house, and the lower branches were dead and dry, so I could smack them off, too.

Anytime my parents were having a screaming fight I’d just go out into the woods and do whatever. In spring, catching frogs and finding flowers, in summer, building dams in the stream to catch crawdaddies, in autumn, finding skeleton leaves, mushrooms for my mom, and smacking the fallen pine trees around, and in winter, all the things of snow and ice.

I’ve been living in cities since then, and my wife couldn’t stand to live in the country, but I miss that— being alone, being unfettered, being in my domain.