Crazy

I’ve been camping for about 3 months, and doing most of my bathing in the stream.  I grab a hot shower when I can.  Yesterday I went out to a burrito place and realized that my hands were filthy, that I was filthy.  It’s been 3 very long days since I’ve bathed.  I don’t look in mirrors that often.  I rarely shave.  I’m rarely online.  I drink the cheapest beer at the store.  Yesterday a 30 Piece of Busch was going for $13.99.  I bought it, and it’s half gone today.  I cook my meats on cherry wood coals.  Oatmeal with picked blue and black berries has been a morning staple these last few weeks.  I fall asleep when it gets dark and wake when it gets light.  During the last 3 months I have not watched a TV or read a newspaper.  I have one thing on my mind most times-when it’s not my family, it’s the house, when it’s not the house, it’s W&S (or related).  And now I leave you with some lyrics from a Seal song, which I just heard on the radio, and I couldn’t agree with more;

Ohh…
But we’re never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy.. crazy..
No we’re never gonna to survive unless we are a little… crazy..
But we’re never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy.. crazy..
No we’re never gonna to survive unless, we are a little.. crazy..
No no, never survive unless, we get a little bit…