Man, you shoulda been here. The ground was full of stuff to eat, the air was full of stuff to eat, you could drink all the water. Sometimes we wouldn't eat much for a few weeks, but we'd dance and take drugs and play games and have crazy sex to get through it. And ofc, we always had beef jerky.

Oh, and we did this all day with our best friends, who we never had to leave. It was pretty sweet.

But hey, now there are big pretty churches and supermarkets full of only half-poisoned food and billionaires and AC. Though, the air hurts, the sun hurts, the water hurts, and everything is mostly dead. So, that's a trade-off. How's your childhood best friend doing?