Do you ever have those times where you’re driving for hours and hours on desolate back country roads and begin to realize there hasn’t been a break in the fence that appears to hold absolutely nothing in? So you start to look closer, maybe you missed a random cow, a herd of sheep, a small child, anything! Nope, nothing but sand, dirt and occasional scrub brush and the ever present, no matter where you are, empty beer cans(I’m pretty sure Neil Armstrong felt real special taking that first step on the moon until he came across a bunch of crushed up empties and a bong made out of a baked campfire potato next to the Sea of Tranquility, it got that name for a reason you know). And then you get to thinking about who the hell built this fence and how long did it take them? When they answered the “Needed: Fence Building Guys” ad did they know what they were getting into? And when they were on post number 12,037 did the one guy say to the other guy, “Hey Benny, did that guy say he wanted one row of barbed wire or two?”, “Ahh Crap!”. I think I just figured out where the empties came from, and why they were empty!
Anyway, this wasn’t one of those fences, but it got me thinking.