do you sometimes get the feeling the planet is getting too crowded,
a five minute drive, it turns out its faster to walk construction, traffic, red lights
a 20 min drive can turn into an hour pretty dam quick,
even off hours seem like rush hour,
up at the cabin, they decided they needed street lights, speed bumps,
sitting enjoying a cold one on the deck, the Jehovah witnesses come knocking,
like fuck, when I bought the place, it seemed like it was pretty remote, now,
I got all these fucking door to door people,
went hiking with my dog, you need to get up at three in the morning to get a parking spot,
and there is a traffic jam on the hiking trail, saw I think a black bear in the distance, but he saw this
great horde coming up at him and he ran so fucking fast, I felt like joining him
oh yeah the dog needed to be on a leash and I needed poop bags, we both liked that,
found this sleepy little place way back in the mountains,
no cell phone once you leave the town, which is little more then a gas station, the kind that sell everything,
and a little pub
one stop sign
there is camping way back but not much, no cell no hookup or plug ins, no big rigs
went bush whacking with my dog, never saw a soul but the ranger at the day area,
god it was beautiful, found a little creek, dog cooled off,
put a couple beer in the water for the return trip,
was in a panic, thought I lost my beer,
no poop bags, my dog poop mingled right in with all the other poop
I tried to Indiana jones it or indian scout it or whatever and read the scat,
but god I thought I was heaven, just me and my dog,
shared an ice cream and a dog at the gas station with my best friend,
tried to say hey with a guy who looked like he belonged on a
western, movie maybe a fist full of dollars.
but he had no time for a city slicker like me,
liked my dog though
if we died right then we would both have a smile on our face,
me and my dooog
a five minute drive, it turns out its faster to walk construction, traffic, red lights
a 20 min drive can turn into an hour pretty dam quick,
even off hours seem like rush hour,
up at the cabin, they decided they needed street lights, speed bumps,
sitting enjoying a cold one on the deck, the Jehovah witnesses come knocking,
like fuck, when I bought the place, it seemed like it was pretty remote, now,
I got all these fucking door to door people,
went hiking with my dog, you need to get up at three in the morning to get a parking spot,
and there is a traffic jam on the hiking trail, saw I think a black bear in the distance, but he saw this
great horde coming up at him and he ran so fucking fast, I felt like joining him
oh yeah the dog needed to be on a leash and I needed poop bags, we both liked that,
found this sleepy little place way back in the mountains,
no cell phone once you leave the town, which is little more then a gas station, the kind that sell everything,
and a little pub
one stop sign
there is camping way back but not much, no cell no hookup or plug ins, no big rigs
went bush whacking with my dog, never saw a soul but the ranger at the day area,
god it was beautiful, found a little creek, dog cooled off,
put a couple beer in the water for the return trip,
was in a panic, thought I lost my beer,
no poop bags, my dog poop mingled right in with all the other poop
I tried to Indiana jones it or indian scout it or whatever and read the scat,
but god I thought I was heaven, just me and my dog,
shared an ice cream and a dog at the gas station with my best friend,
tried to say hey with a guy who looked like he belonged on a
western, movie maybe a fist full of dollars.
but he had no time for a city slicker like me,
liked my dog though
if we died right then we would both have a smile on our face,
me and my dooog






