• Rustmilian
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      9 months ago

      We also had lanterns and candles and shit, because the power was just that unstable and unreliable. 90% of the time we were ruffing it like the Amish; pumping our own water, shitting in the woods, the works. At one point we lost power for an entire year because of some sort of tragedy I can’t remember the details of, and after nagging him that entire time, finally my step-father was like “fuck this shit, we’re getting a generator”. That was ~7-10 years worth of my child hood. 😅 The fucking bees & snakes and shit too. (⁠⊙⁠_⁠◎⁠) Just that dirt poor deep country side experience.

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        29 months ago

        Damn, sounds like my life. Bet it made you a tough mother fucker, didn’t it? I personally I appreciate the shit I went through now. I can basically live anywhere with no issue. Life is hardly ever “tough” for me anymore. Lol.

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          You bet, I still got scars on my hands from hauling water & chopping fire word. Shit, one time I got bit by a non deadly venomous snake when I was ~7, boy did that ever hurt like hell. Had to get a rabies shot after handling some raccoons when I was about 12 too, I’m sure you know all about that shot. Got a bunch of burns from the furnace and sparks jumping from camp fires. Hauling coal is one hell of a chore too. 😅 And so much more. Life in the city is childs play in comparison, all you gotta do is avoid trouble best you can and you’ll be fine.