We don’t need no water, let the motherfucker burn.

From the ashes the Phoenix arises to obtain it’s true form and receive it’s true glory.

A year ago, during the driest time of the year, some maniac went along the bike path and every certain distance, he would set a fire. He set a bunch of fires, I think the homie said like 5 but I’d be willing to bet more then that, a fire raging through town/city to town/city covering miles of territory. And everything burnt. . Cities. Homes. Lives. Lots of trailer parks. Which I’ll have you know are my people, so I feel for these people immensely. When I first got here this dude tried to buy drugs from me and he gave me some story about being burnt out of his home during the fires and blah blah blah. But I remember the fire thing cause when he said it I immediately thought of forest fire but not a lot past that, I actually heard about what happened a few weeks, maybe a month ago when we were doing a job in Ashland. Just today it settled in and registered. Now I know. Some lunatic motherfucker, someone as close to evil and malevent as can get. Skipped Merrily through this area, whistling as he worked, setting the place ablaze. And it burned. This walking nightmare, who believe it or not is actually an important part of our ecosystem changes the lives of countless people, almost every single one of them negatively, in a few short hours. Crazy. And they say one person can’t change the world. Ask the people of Ashland this, ask the people from Phoenix. Bet they say something different. While this was happening in Oregon, I was in Colorado. Stumbling through life, well on my way back to prison. While these anarchist motherfuckers were burning police stations in Portland, I was high as giraffe pussy in a trap somewhere in Colorado. I don’t watch tv. No time. So I had no idea that this shit was going on out here. When I first told my homegirl I was moving out here she said Why? I didn’t think much of it. Come to find out Oregon is live as fuck. Which fits right in with how I imagine the promised land to be. A land of opportunity. Whatever opportunity you choose to go after. Be it lumberjack and semi-productive member of society, or an anarchist catalyst, hell bent on revolution and glory. Sky’s the limit.

Published by devilmonkey666

I'm a hot mess. A 41 year old child who still doesn't know what he wants to be when he grows up. Or even if he wants to grow up for that matter. People say I'm a writer. I'm not so sure. But it is therapeutic and helps me from going all the way left sometimes.

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