On my latest camping trip into the wildfire wilderness I took along only my Steve Earle cds for music. He is quite the fellow, old Earle is. I have all his music. Canadian mother that I am it is "Justice in Ontario" that is still ringing in my ears. Not many musicians can make my spine tingle the way Earle does.
Back in my punk rock days I would never have guessed I would one day be entertained around the campfire for a whole weekend by some backwoods cunt like Earle. That's right: I had a campfire. Soon as the motherfucking government said I could not, I could not wait to light one. We had to camp way out in the woods to get away with it - the good citizens of British Columbia will kick your motherfucking ass if they see you drop a cigarette butt into a toilet at the moment.
It was not a big fire but it was an Anarchist fire. I lit it just to get to say, "Fuck the government!" one more time in the Summer of My Life.