Well, if I’m gonna try and talk about how and why this
Earthship thing really happened…
I have to go way back – way, way back. I mean, if your gonna hold up a piece of garbage to the rest of the world and tell them it’s gold, you have to be determined. If you’re gonna stick with it long enough to actually convince them it really is gold, then we’re talkin’’ about a level of determination here that is approaching sickness. So I have to trace this back to my first real find…
the unbelievable, unrelenting force of determination.
I was about five years old. I had been kind of sick and the doctor told my mother to make sure I got a lot of sun. I convinced my mother that I was well enough to play “cowboys and indians” with some of the neighborhood kids, maybe some cousins, and some of my older brothers’ bigger and older friends. They all showed up in chaps, hats and even spurs and of course they all had strapped on guns and some of them even had boots. We’re talkin’’ decked out cowboys here. Now I’m probably one of the youngest ones anyway and a little sick at that. But that wasn’t the half of it.
My mother hit me with a bomb right before I went out to join the dudes. She wanted me to wear this little pink sunsuit thing. It was basically a pair of shorts with a bib and straps around the neck. It was made out of some kind of real thin girl material and even had a little baby blue design on the bib. She was just doing what the doctor said…making sure I got a lot of sun. Did she have any fucking idea what I was walking out there into? A bunch of totally decked out older COWBOYS! WITH GUNS!
me and my mom
I PLEADED. But the answer was – “if you want to play with them today, then you must wear this” – a PINK @#&%@**@ SUNSUIT!!!!
Having no other choice, I strapped on my single six shooter with my falling apart holster over the pink sun-suit and went out to face the music. Here is where the determination was found. As I walked out into the “arena”, a sort of meltdown experience happened and I slid through the extreme humiliation into a kind of force. I found a very powerfully determination emerging to show these older decked out “cowboys” that I was worthy of their game even though it may not look like it.
I mean, it took extreme guts just to walk out there looking like that. Picture it! This was beyond humiliation!
So let the games begin. I whipped and kicked and tackled and shot and dove off of horses (wooden saw horses) onto stage coaches (red wagons) and basically scared the livin’ shit out of every cowboy there. Some of them even left cryin’. That pink sun suit was beyond dirty. You couldn’t even see pink. I had captured a few other guns, a hat and a plastic knife from various “victims” and no one else even wanted to mess with me – no one. It didn’t matter what I had on.
I would not have found that level of extreme determination without going through the door of extreme humiliation. Thanks Mom (she’s gone now). You gave me the first of many weapons I would need to change the world. This was a few decades before STAR WARS and you showed me how to find the force !
