Thanks for the fav on Inktober 10 - Flowing a.k.a Time stops for no man
I’ve never been much of a nature lover, well, there was this one time, at band camp, but never again. However, I do occasionally like to match wits with Mother Nature in a friendly game of Will This Kill Me, or camping as some people like to call it. But you’ve got to do it right. None of this glamping business, with the fancy tents and modern technologies, like fire or clothing. Camping is about survival and awakening your primal instincts. You just can’t do that if you succumb to the weaknesses of underwear or flashlights. It’s all about respecting nature. How can you expect a three week old, dead, rabid, zombie koala bear to maul and eat your intestines if it has to rip its way through your jeans as well as your abdomen? I know. It’s completely unrealistic. Sure, their claws are sharp and the zombie virus makes them abnormally strong, but jeans are a tough material to tear and their cute little hands are so tiny. Can you really live with yourself knowing that because you couldn’t bare it in the wild, an insatiably ravenous, unholy marsupial might starve? I don’t know about you, but I don’t want that on my conscience, which is why I always expose all my vulnerabilities to the infinite dangers of the great outdoors. Just to keep things sporting.