Addictions Never Last Long In The Woods

When I told Colin that B.B. would be paying me a visit soon, he knew I wasn't talking about Black Belt Jones, or 'Barbi the party Baboon' or even the fact that Brandon lived a couple thousand miles away didn't stir any thoughts as to the identity of this mysterious double B character.

I picked up the B's at the corner of Louis Lane and Canada Avenue. He had a backpack filled with camping gear, swinging pots, and party clothes. After a quick ‘hey, how ya doin?’ we headed wood-ward to hang out with all of nature for a bit.

Out of town and driving along a river, we found a parking lot well above the water, and located a trail of descent which would lead us down to brook.



While walking along the river bank, we spied a small island feet from shore with the perfect wizard staff on it.



One leap, splash and swim later, and my companions outfit had maxed out its potential for coolest summer getup of the year, IMHO.




Talking with my nomadic friend reminded me of how fragile life is, as a leaf in the breeze.. “addictions never last long in the woods” he said after a brief contemplation following one of his tales. I laughed, and reflected on my own addictions. The ones which I could go without, and the ones which were more comforts than toxics. A job, a car, a home, someone to believe in, and really, just anything to hold onto..



Some of us feel the need to grip at these things, and some of us will find em wherever we go..