THE SHINING
by STEPHEN KING
Just finished reading the sequel to the shining that stephen king wrote...i got a review coming for that soon...when i first read the shining i thought i was like the little boy danny torrance...a sensitive kid with really cute sweaters and ESP powers...but now over 2 decades later i find myself more like his dad jack torrance...an alcoholic with evil entities who like to take up possession from time to time...the shining is one of my top 10 books of all time...the movie is as well...here's a little something something that i wrote about it once upon a time...
THIS book right here, is the mutherfucking bible for off grid living...anyone thinking living with nature is like a petting zoo...like cuddling a furry little bunny rabbit...like making love in a beautiful meadow, while the sun is pleasant and the bugs are non-existent...need to come and blow me right now...male or female, on your knees!...cause i’m telling you...you got any issues...well, that’s what demons love to snack on...you got any vices...well, get ready to become a full on drug addict or alcoholic...my wife and i lived in an off grid yurt, in winlaw british columbia for many years...we were poor as fuck...nature is like a petting zoo?...more like giant bear ready to chew on you...more like packs of wild dogs ready to rip the shit out of you...nature is like cuddling a furry rabbit?...more like cuddling a redneck that’s been drinking and sniffing cocaine all day and doesn’t like you from just looking at you...nature is like making love in a meadow?...more like making love on top of poison ivy, while a swarm of mosquitos settles down for lunch on your ass cheeks!...fuck!...i’m telling ya man...any and all pipe dreams will be taken from you and used to crack your fucking head open...i lost my fucking mind so many times...jack torrance from the shining would be proud...i was a writer and a chronic weed smoker...a binge drinking maniac, who’s lucky to not be in jail or dead...the demons took possession of me so many times...and when i say possession i mean they took over my mind...i don’t know where i went...bound and gagged...they took over my mind and took control of the ship...my wife would tell me things that i had done in the morning...telling me that she was scared...like i had grabbed an ax and said things like “all work and no play, makes william brown a dull boy”...i’d be rolling around in my own puke...pissing on my floor...and finding myself in such depressions from it all that filling all my pockets with rocks and walking into the river didn’t seem like such a bad idea after all...shouts out to virginia wolf!...freezing fucking cold in the winter....boiling fucking hot in the summer...in the winter there’s so much snow and ice...every february i’d go through a major breakdown...had three cars go down on us one winter from the cold...chopped so much wood and shovelled so much snow, my shoulder got all fucked up...trapped inside for months at a time because of the cold...trapped inside for months at a time because of the mosquitos...shouts out to danny torrance...there’s nature and then there’s the city though...and don’t even get me started on that subject!...