So -- my names Mike. I got a groovy lady and a cat full of sharp bits. I got a fork and a knife and a spoon. I got a roof on my head and food on my plate and people who love me and people who i love. When you look at life in those terms its hard to be bummed out by much.
I work at a tower.
What does that mean? It means im in the middle of nowhere. I have a cabin powered by propane, I have a tower... I have an outhouse. And I wont see another human face for a month.
So -- up here in north Alberta its still white on the ground. Its chilly. I can see into BC for miles and miles and miles and miles. More to come...
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