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.

My Mom seemed to enjoy it, still talks about screaming across the ice on an all night bar hopping run to this day.  --And her idea of camping and roughing it, is staying in a cheap motel.