Bad bitches don’t need no men

Here’s the way to live life-

Upon being asked if you can drive a school bus, whilst the answer legally is ‘Yes, if it is empty,’ the logical answer is ‘No, I never have before.’ Technicalities. You end up veering down highway 11 in a bus with no brakes, filling up with diesel at Pepco and backing it into a parking spot. Old hat. French treeplanters in their van leer at the short girl driving the bus. Put ‘er in neutral, parking brake on and begin to walk away, then watch in horror as it begins to slide backward toward a ditch. Instinctively scrabble at the door with your hands as if by pure brute force and willpower 140lbs can stop a few thousand. “Jump, run!” echoing and you are jumping up the stairs and into the drivers seat as if hopping the last train outta a small town burning down.

Planters in their tents behind the Beer Store with a fire going. Miss that, yeah, but barrelling toward Ryland in a dirty 4×4 to change a flat trailer tire is its own kind of fun. Fleetwood Mac on a phone speaker in a truckstop shower.

Packing fridges full of veg and meat and good simple comfort staples, the entire aisle of the converted kitchen bus stacked with boxes of bread, apples and oranges, sacks of sugar and pails of peanut butter and jelly.

Real life, maybe. Like some kind of hallucination of serenity in which we are absurdly capable. Of organization and brute strength and fearlessness. A night last year, flying and perfect and a train wreck- ‘I’m pretty sure I couldn’t drive the bus,’ and a friend, ‘I know you could,’ and the absurd conflict of abundant self confidence coupled with crippling self doubt. It tickles me that people are impressed by knowing how to use a drill- I’ve been fixing fences and stalls and driving quads and trailers for 10 years. The collectivity of skills in any given group is surprising but perhaps even more so here in the scope and expanse. These capable people I surround myself with and hope to be and have perhaps somewhat become.

Dispatches typed from a phone using sketchy 4G are apt to be short and stream-of-conciousness. Tomorrow! Into the bush at Waxatike. Holla atcha girl. More news in 6 days. Lovelove xox.

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