I remember the drug test for my work (ski resort mind you), and thank god it was an oral swab. I'd smoked a day or two beforehand, and the chick left the room while the thing was stewing. I read the box, and red was bad, blue was good. It came up pinkish/red and she told me I passed. I think that shit's just a hoax for insurance companies.
And please Parvo, come be my boss. Mine walks around all the lift shacks and smells them after each shift.
"She loved snow...That was the simple objective, being airborne, up longer, higher, more casually and with more fuckoff elegance than anyone else...Such endeavours require a kind of egotism, a near autistic narrowness. Everything conspires against you, the habits of physics, the impulse to flee and you're weighted down by every dollop of commonsense ever dished up. Everyone will tell you your goal is impossible, pointless, stupid, wasteful. This idiot resolve is all you have."
-Tim Winton
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