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ill-advised strategy
I remember one summer my crew was on the longest, shittiest live-in thinning project on this hot shitty Boy Scout ranch near Espanola NM. We’d been out there a few weeks, working 14s, eating shit food, sleeping on a fucking linoleum floor with fucking Espanola mice running over us, and somebody had come back from town with saw parts or something and he’d brought a newspaper. On the front page of this newspaper was a photo of prisoners doing the exact same work we were doing. It was rough…realizing I had the exact same life as a prisoner.
I told my boss “I could strangle you, go to jail, and my life wouldn’t even be any different….”
It was the beginning of me realizing things needed to change, beginning of the end of my time on that crew.
Had a similar moment many years later when I was trucking. I’d been in that truck 24 hours a day for way too long, and I was driving past this prison in Missouri. I could see down into the prison, and they were playing baseball. It has been months since I’d done anything but drive…no fun, just endless driving in a truck and shitty truck stop truck-sleep.. I actually teared up and almost cried. like, here are rapists and murderers and they get to play baseball, while I’m trapped alone in this fiberglass cage 23 hours a day. Again, beginning of the end of that job.