went out the bush to cut spars and there is this local i dont know in a jackeroo and he has to stop because i chucked all logs and spars on the road so i hail him and he waits for me and gets out and has a bottle of brand x vodka and i have a couple capfuls he carefully poured into the cap of my water bottle which he thought was a good idea and he says i have better gear than him and it was true he only had a flanny and a stihl on top of his pile of mossy and wet myrtyle basically rocking cop bait style as he drives off up the shitty gully road and probably through town past the cop shop and everything but i dont care out there we are all illegal so i throw him an illegal roman salute and come back after i fill a trash bag with some cunts empties probably his and walk home with one small spar and i still got a couple hours to de bark it and chop wood for tonight and cook lentils for tea and think about a creamy mushroom and cheexe omlette schnitxel