The first step is to get your floor off the goddamn ground.
Realistically,,,,you could do this with less than 20 concrete blocks..
Soooo..
A shovel…
A level …
A bottle-nose jack..
Take the shovel and get the 4 corners as close to level as your eyeball will allow..
Take the lumber (two by six)
Build a square box..
Then install additional two by sixes with hangers…every sixteen inches…
Now you have a wood box..
Place the box…on your blocks..
Have all four corners supported..and two in the middle..
Check it with your level..
Now..
Go to the unlevel sections,,, place your bottle-nose jack beneath…
And Jack that shit…
Send it upwards until it’s level…
Once you get it level, add shims beneath your blocks..
You could also dig holes and fill them with concrete…a day or two later you’ll have a fantastic Jacking foundation..
The last step is plywood.
Simply cut plywood sheets to fit your box…
After you have your box on blocks?
After you install the plywood sheets?
Get a tent..
Spend some money on it..
Don’t expect it to be secure, only expect it to be dry.
Free from the elements..
Then!!
You could get yourself one of these little solar generators…you could stockpile WATER…
ramen noodles, cans of tuna.. whatever floats your boat..
You could work around the luxury that brought you to this soft lifestyle….
So now you have….
A piece of land you own..
A wood foundation made out of two by sixes (or eights)
A nice tent …
A few hundred bucks worth of consumables..
You could..in theory…
Abandon your life.
Abandon your job.
Abandon the people you know.
(abandon your goddamn motherfucking habits)
Abandon responsibility.
You could actually live in the present…
Notice sunsets and weather and shit..
You could be tuned in…
But let me circle back….
Concrete blocks.
Some wood.
A tent…
A piece of Land that you OWN…
So what are we at there?
$20,000?
$10,000?
I mean.. you’d need an acre MINIMUM ..
Preferably several…
So you could buy some shit land in the middle of nowhere…
Just woods filled with nothing…
Soooooo…
You could completely escape society….for a while ….for about $30,000
You could be done with it! 😆
Your pHone?
Staring at your fucking phone?
Poof …gone…
Your habits?
Gone…can’t score drugs when you’re living alone in the woods..
Problem solved..
Your stress?
“ayo bud…I got months worth of food here”
Wanna use digital gadgets, sporadically?
“ayo dude..I got this little generator that pumps out DC electricity….I have the entire run of the Office on my iPad and I can watch an hour a night..”
(security)
You’re right…you would need to be able to leave…so you’d need a secure place..
(shipping container)
“that’s right! A fucking connex yo”
A giant metal box…for all your important stuff…
And you could even sleep in there during storms..
Could keep a few musical instruments…..in cases..
You could have an entire little life out there..
You… could..just …….leave
(after you grind $30k)
Pretty much…
I think you could do it with less…if one were so motivated…
(then you could work part time…In A kitchen or something…just to make survival money..)
You could..
You could be done with it, if you set your mind to it…
There are no strings tying you to this ground…
There are only rules..
And if you follow the rules,you can get away from every person trying to fuck you.
Every advertising executive.
Every company and corporation..
Every FLAG…
You could bounce.
You could dip-
Set.
You could shake the spot…
Deuces..
“poof…..you are but a memory..”
(and you will eat me no longer….)
Remember that float in Animal House?
Love that scene.
“eat me”
For a while those two innocent words meant something…
Telling the whole town…
Telling the mayor.
Telling the Dean of the University…
“eat me”
Take this whole thing ,and watch me refuse it…
Good spirit… there’s good spirit in that…
Anyways..
Gnite you fucks..
Thanks for spending time with me…
dusk 