Pacific Standard: The Tortured Rise of the All-American Bro.
Makes me think of the two guys who showed up in the campground at Jack’s Creek last year. Loud, drinking heavily, all excited to “BE IN THE WILDERNESS!” They clumsily set up their tent, then went searching for … BEER. Only to find it distant and expensive. They sat. They drank. They shouted. Gradually the noise level diminished. They slept. They woke up the next day. “Isn’t this great?” They sat at the picnic table. Stared at each other. Walked to the outdoor loo. Came back. Stared at each other some more. “Let’s go home and play video games. We’ve CONQUERED THE WILDERNESS!” And in a tent-ripping burst of energy, they burned rubber and left.
The birds and deer, and the peace and quiet, returned.
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