General "Van-Life Enthusiasts"
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Settle down, Luke.
I'll see your elephant dung water drinking, and raise you the episode where he ate a freshly cut raw camel's testicle.
That's the only time I saw Bear Grylls puke.
I spent about 2 years living in a 1998 Toyota Camry.
About 2005ish to 2007ish.
Me and my dog.
I don't think I'd care to do it again.
About 2005ish to 2007ish.
Me and my dog.
I don't think I'd care to do it again.
Little known trivia for you old school UFC enthusiasts. When Paul "the Polar Bear" Varelans got kicked out of his Santa Cruz football scholorship, he was homeless. He bought a very used Volvo station wagon. He said it was relatively comfy (he was 6'8" 300+ lbs). Eventually, he got a job working the door at the Kit Kat Club owned by some sheisty Croatian mafia-types. For an interesting story about those days: When We Were Bouncers: Paul Varelans. As a side note: I lived in Fairbanks, Alaska and I used to hang out with the big lug.
At least you could step outside and run around onece in a while. I grew up on a yaught.
Yeah we had circumnavigated the world by the time I was 9 years old , which is cool in hindsight, I don't have much sympathy for "Van life ".
In short, pro's and cons. For parents and children.
What passes me of a bit is people in my parents generation ( boomers) could fuck off and do this kind of shit half their life and still have a house paid off at retirement age while I know there's not a single fucking chance in the world my kids will be able to do the same.
I'm not saying this from a place of bitterness. I love my parents. They led extraordinary lives. I make good money.
My ( our) kids are fucked though and nobody seems to realise that. Not even my wife. I want to leave them something. All going well I'll leave them with a good work ethic like my parents left me but that just isn't going to be nearly enough. Not for these kids .
They're getting set up to get fucked over hard.
Appoligies. I haven't even started ranting yet and I've already been ranting.
It's funny, when I was a kid watching Paul fight, always viewed him as the fighter with the clear upper hand just due to his God-given size. Listening to him on Lytes Out and finding out just how little he had to prepare with for fights really changed my view of him. You don't ordinarily think a 6'8 guy as an underdog, but in a lot of ways he was. Respected him even more for it. Bummed me out to hear him passing not long after.
Yeah, I was an MP at the missile base 100 miles south of Fairbanks(Ft. Greeley). Went to Fbks. to do some shopping, walked out of Safeway and saw the Polar Bear walking in with a shopping cart. Same haircut, same walk, but about 100 lbs. heavier. Of course, being a fan, I went back in. I was awestruck and I asked him what he was doing later. He said, "nothing much-- just gonna play some video games." I told him I had a half-gallon of JD in my car and would he mind going to Ft. Greeley. My buddies who taught combative thought I was bullshitting about meeting him. So I brought him to their front door and they nearly shit themselves. He was really cool. Helluva sense of humor.
Yep, just looked
My parents drank Canadian whiskey and told us to shut the fuck up and go outside.
I blame the boomers. They didn't think about us very much while they were "finding themselves"
Polar Bear story... He was known to enjoy a wee nip of bourbon from time to time. Anyhow, we were at my Eskimo friends' house one blustery winter night smoking like a chief( as Indians, Eskimos and Polar Bears do) in Fairbanks, Ak.(Paul's hometown.) In my sticky indica haze I had an idea.. If I bought a half-gallon of Maker's Mark and bought a black bed sheet from Fred Meyer(Alaskan Walmart), would my Eskimo buddy's wife be willing to make an Islamic man-dress to fit Paul. Sure she said.(she could sew anything) She made it so it fit the Polar Bear perfectly with only his eyes showing. By this time we were all slobber-knockered. It was then that I told them the OTHER part of the deal. Let's all pile into my Chevy Silverado and make an appearance at the local native bar downtown. It happens to be named The Mecca. And the Polar Bear's job was to stumble in and shout in a girly kinda-Islamic way, "THIS IS NOT THE MECCA!!!" And see the reaction of all the drunken Indians and Eskimos. We took our places at the counter and by the pool table while we waited for the inebriated Polar Bear put on his man-dress in my truck. Right on cue, in a fully crowded Fairbanks native bar.. a 6'8" 400+ lb black man-dress wearing faux-effeminate Islamic woman walks in the middle of the place(everybody's drunken jaws collectively dropped) and screamed in a shrill voice, "THIS IS NOTTT THE MECCA!!!". After a 2 second Hella-awkward pause.. EVERYBODY in the fucking bar busted up/down and sideways laughing!!! He didn't pay for a single drink that night. Not one person knew him.
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When I sobered up the next day, I kinda thanked God that nobody pulled out a gun and shot the Polar Bear. I think in a redneck bar things coulda gone different.
Why did John J feel the need to pop his collar before heading back to town?
Was his neck cold? Or was this a mental thing like flipping a switch - sort of like what Hawks would do in his arm wrestling touraments?
They didn't think about anyone but themselves.
I'm Gen X and we grew up in their shadow.
The thing is though, Gen X isn't getting jack from the Boomers, the Boomers are blowing through their cash and savings paying for their own retirement.
They have always got what they wanted and they are not accepting traditional retirement and they have the cash to pay for it to be what they want and that money is being blown back into circulation.
The real problem is that everything is so d@mn expensive these days that injection isn't going to make a difference.
Too Too slow, too little, too late.
F@ck 'em.
They wanted to change the world and they did, just not for the better in their long run.
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