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Nothing Looks Like Film

October 24, 2010

You’d be surprised how much stuff you find like this in abandoned buildings in the California boonies. The worth on E-Bay is substantially more than its modern day video counterparts, and you don’t have to go all the way to former Soviet satellite countries to find them.

Did this little 8mm transfer with my T2i. The old projector started a small fire but luckily I was a volunteer fire fighter in Phoenix for a few years. My reflexes are as sharp as my bargaining skills but I hope that inbred dude doesn’t want the film back. I’m trying to figure out a way to get out of here without passing his barn. Sort of reminds me of this girl I used to date in Cincinnati. The fastest way to get to my mixed martial arts class was passed her house and she couldn’t accept I can’t be tamed. Trying to control me is like to trying to beat me in a shooting competition without several decades of tactical firearms training. But control is a selfish act on both sides. The controller, that’s obvious. The person being controlled, though. Often they enjoy the control because it relieves them of responsibility. They just have to pretend to act out against it in order to preserve their human dignity. If they truly didn’t want it, they would find a way. Sometimes I do wish this kind of life permitted a woman at my side, but this mission is already sketchy enough. So, I’m a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride.

Tomorrow I follow a lead to Iceland. Like the rest of the world, they don’t have the same freedoms we have here, but with great sacrifice comes great rewards.

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