Alky can be a funny mistress. I had a drinking problem that was actually kind of medicinal. Haha. Being a tree guy in NY is what started it. Some of these jobs are what folks might consider a tad dangerous with a bit of scary tossed in for good measure. I'm also a folks, and I'm the one what has to get up there. I'm not scared of heights I don't think...but I'm certainly very aware of them. I have always had this weird mantra when I get over about 70 feet, I always triple check everything. Every click of a carabineer is visually checked. I don't have this issue at 40 feet...unless I'm in something super sketchy. In which case I want to be tied in as far as possible above that into something solid and reliable. Then that feeling goes away and I jump around like a monkey. Life is great when you're tied in 30 feet over your head, and those are usually awesome days. But then there is not those days...where you don't get to tie in other than a few feet ahead, or even worse, below you.
So I says to this guy "Hey buddy, how much you wanna bet that I can beat you in arm wrestling" and the guy looks at me and throws the meanest right hook this side of The Mississi-
Ohh sorry pardner, I must have drifted off for a spell. No where were we? Haha, try typing that three times fast, it's a weirdo. So these trees constantly want to fight me and end me because of how I'm such a threat to their existence. They got my number I tells ya. So I got in the habit of getting a little jassy before these freaking bushes started with me. I was drinking the tall 24oz cans of Genesee Ice made here in town. I would drink two and bring #3 with me up into the clouds. My crew knew exactly what time it was and got everything set up whilst I "stayed busy at the trucky" with a couple tall boys and my cell phone on my ear as part of my disguised. **Pro Tip** If anyone actually reads my ramblings, I highly recommend reading the words as I wrotem. Or don't. But it's fun.
So as you might have guessed, I developed a bit of a taste for that liquid courage. After a few tough trees like that, everything startsi looking scary...HAHAHA...soon it's just part of your morning routine, be that taking down car hoods (thicc pigs) over houses or a stroll around the block with the hwife. I stopped that about 2 years ago. I still drink, I fucking love the sauce...it's just not like that absolute need to constantly hold a frosty. Making me thirsty.
I did learn how to maintain a little buzz quite well though. That's all I want anyways...a little extra bounce baby.
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I still make some food too. This is something that is just about done. A little sneak peek.
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