Topix Underground

The first time I drove a snowmobile was somewhere up north...Higgins Lake...Hubbard Lake...I don't know. I was stoned, it was the middle of the night in the middle of the forest and I slid out onto a frozen lake and fell through the ice. The water was only up to my knees and my friend and I dragged the thing out and got it running. That's the kind of shit I'm trying to avoid having happen to me when it's like 5 out. People die in the woods and no one ever finds them. All winter activities seem like fraud - self-deception of the most pathetic sort - whistling through a graveyard. No one enjoys any of that shit, not really. They're just pretending so they don't fall apart. It's like a defense mechanism. I think Phil Donahue did an expose' on it.