Friday, 12 April 2013

Emerald Lake Lodge Staff Accom, A tale of excess and isolation PART 1 0f 3

Strange times at the Insane asylum summer camp of the Rockies, Aka Emerald lake Staff residence. Where Kids (emphasis on the word kids) from all over Canada, and other countries, mostly Australia.. come out to work and live for a summer, some for as long as a visa will hold and some for the rest of their lives. so i guess this is just a glorified Summer school/camp for most people, and the rest maybe there last option. a beautiful place, where parents send there kids to get rid of the scum for a few months and laze around in filth by themselves in peace. I managed to make it 3 months at the point i am writing this article now. and at the end almost a full year. In that time i have almost Drank and smoked myself into insanity, but all is still well as i have vast experience dealing with punishing my body and brain for a good time.. i do not deal with these regular problems as the rest of the swine who show up here at ELL, leaving there family for the first time or being on there own for the first time fending for themselves, taking control of their own lives. and the rest Going back after this "Vacation" to School, college or jobs.most of them searching for their dream life and by that Dream Job or career, but let me tell you, no it ain't out there an no amount of foolish education is going to get you there it will just cost you thousands of dollars and you will be trapped to pay back every cent for the rest of your miserable live. begin your travel down the road of live and see where your freedom goes. im a free man now no restraints anymore no crutches, nothing holding me back im lucky to figure this out at a young age that the only way to your dream is certainly not the easiest route or even the route people know and understand but at the end of that road you know it'll all be waiting for you....Simplicity....anyways back to the Story of Ell, ive never seen a bigger load of immature hopped up drunk and retarded people/kids in my life, don't get me wrong its fun as hell getting ripped and twisted with these animals and going totally off sometimes into fits of drunken madness, but there is a toll and there is certainly a limit at which the body cannot function properly this point the consumption is showing its effects on ive always felt that my head consists of 2 entities, 1 my brain and the other my true mind inside, 2 different consciousnesses running the show in my head in 2 different outlooks, 1 part telling me not to do something, then i have the other part coming in bitch slapping those thoughts and pushing me in the other direction, and says your fucking doing it!!, it has worked out pretty well so far but "how long can i keep this up ? no human can just keep pushing there self past limits they can barely handle, o well in hell its my shit ill deal with it, back to the kids, if there not fucking each other like wild rabbits, stealing shit from each other, fighting or falling down
drunk, puking on themselves, they are most likely working or sleeping because there is no in between..and some of these people have been doing this years, living in this place and dealing everyday for years, these people are the LIFERS the god damn lifers , the ones who come and never leave, years pass by and still they stay in this isolated, tourist there no other options for them? do they enjoy this life? what is there plan?... who knows and certainly who the fuck cares, fuck em they will realise someday the wasted life they lived, Hardcore but defiantly a little insane.. So ive been starting to notice a different breed of people are attracted to this type of living out in these mountains, we are all kind of on the same wavelength, every person enjoys life to the fullest or as much as they can, every smokes weed, everyone gets drunk, everyone puts life on hold for a minute to live the way the truly wish. Ive seen many a staff member come and go through this place, some a few weeks, some a few days and some not even a few hours, But the perception of this place is so different before you arrive here, When you do actually arrive at staff acomm for the first time you see the run down cabins, the busted up buildings, the garbage all around you say to yourself o man what did i get in to. or the parent you showed up with at this point is trembling with fear.  To me this was Heaven as i was expecting this  high class and snobby fucks running around, everything clean and by the book as it is 1 of the top 10 resorts in the world. but no not this place and relieved i was as i pulled in and started walking up the hill as the smell of weed just tickled my nose, and the people casually sitting around shooting the shit.. i knew i was in a place i would enjoy for a while. especially when i arrived at the staff residence managers cabin where the smell of pot Was just Gulfing out of the door, as i opened it..i said to myself i shall have fun Months pass and im still here baked and a bit drunk from the night before, sitting down in my awsome living room with the most amazing view of The Rocky mountains, i enjoy it but my liver does not nore does my brain i would imagine, the toll is being taken as events in my drunken nights have reached terrible limits these past few weeks. i woke up hours away from residence in the back of my van, hungover to fuck off the delectable Wild Turkey Bourbon, not knowing for a single instance where the fuck i was or even how i came to be here, so after i got my head straight and started heading down the road 15 minutes later i see signs for Banff, so obviously im heading in the wrong direction and make my turn to finally know where abouts i am. Holy fuck how did this come to be my brain has let me down, now come the flashbacks and all i can picture are flying orange pylons, did i hit something, or someone?.no blood on the hood and great for me not allot of people walk the trans Canada in the rockies in the middle of the night... o well lest we forget, this horrible episode, and make a note to cut down on the wild turkey, maybe 1 whole bottle is too much...and after about 5 or 6 more times of waking up in different places and not having 1 clue of what happens that night i knew i had hit a dangerous level of could i continue to go on knowing my brain just shuts off at night on an alcohol binge and leaves me for dead...maybe i though i was the weed but through the years never has this happened to me to this extent.. Alcohol is a horrible drug and one of the worst things for man yet is is the most legal, easily and readily available drug out there. it ll cause zombies of us all there is no chance for us swine to conquer in this pitiful world, there is no limit the only limit is how much alcohol you can fit in your fridge and how good of friends you got... how can i do this for much longer, if i make it from here will i be a raving psychopath on he verge of self destruction, can it be, or let it be..theres no stopping me now ive not yet reached my plateau, most drugs are hard to find out here but i always come prepared, one cannot expect to stay sane in this isolation without good psychedelic, mind expanding drugs...insanity keep us all on our toes, at a moments notice anything could happen.... Stay stoned my friends ...End of part 1
.2 more parts to come

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