hi.
I am a man of the wilderness. A wildman. When you are driving on the road to payson check the hills and you just might catch a glimpse of me with mudd smeared on my skinny body for camoflage, stalking deer with a bow and arrow. I am so Walden. I dont come home for days on end. Weeks! I dont even cook my meat. When I venture back into civilization I dont know how to behave. I will hold my ears as the cars scream past and maybe get scared and run into an orange grove. That offers some relief, but is nothing compared to making a soft bed of pine, grass, and mudd and sleeping through the long breezy afternoons. I wake at sunrise to look for food. The protein of a rabbit, the sweet juice of berries running down my face. The fire and night enchants me. I gaze into its flames and see god.
_______Chris
_______Chris