"crazedclay: SBC murderer" (crazedclay)
09/18/2014 at 23:20 • Filed to: None
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"crazedclay: SBC murderer" (crazedclay)
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In which I also hope a few people see it. Apparently, I was young once.
I was poking around on my first youtube channel. And found... Something. Which I have downloaded, reuploaded on my current channel, with edits only to remove gratuitous circa 2007 rave idiocy.
Backstory
The year was 2007.
I bought a 500 dollar Chevrolet Suburban. Let that sink in.
Decorated it. Named it SS FOXY. Yeah. Let that sink in, too.
And then drove it to Shambhala without anything but new tires and an oil change. Trusting it like only a 20-something then-liberal could. And it rewarded me.
(Shambhala, by the way, *was* A bigger than life music festival that *used* to mean something but nowadays is largely nu-rich-parents-summer-camp-for-drug-addled-trust-fund-twits).
But I digress, I drove across two provinces to this Shambhala thing with four people I recruited from the internet in a vehicle I never tested, stuffed full of everything five someones would need to survive a week in a drug fuelled paradise lost. It was such an innocent beginning.
And, Lots of drugs were taken over the course of that week. I know this because there were 20 or so lines I checked off on the BC health exit survey they handed out at the gates when the grounds closed that year. The survey taker had seen some shit that day.
PSA: It was a slightly different time in my life, and one that will likely lead to early onset dementia, and did in fact lead to bouts of raving psychosis and manic depression in the years following-But which I have mostly recovered from. Don't do drugs, kids.
Back to the SS FOXY
I left a bag of paint markers hanging on the Suburban for a week, and asked anyone in the festival who wandered by to add something to it. I did the entry level livery back home, to make it a rolling slideshow and a Shambhala Banner.
But the rest was the festivalgoers. And they delivered in spades. My once brown and rusty suburban with half an exhaust tract became a rolling testament to mass pharmaceutical excess by the rave puppets.
And mayyyyyybe a testament to someone slipping me a water bottle that I didn't know was full of acid one night, too. Cunt she was.
You can see my efforts under that duress scribed of the finest dollar store black felt that I found while trying to hide in the center console. And in which I illustrated the ancient Persied meteor showers seeding a barren earth with life itself—as superbeings from space look on from the peanut gallery in a scene on the entire driver's side.
Yeah. It's that kind of thrill. Don't do drugs, kids. Seriously. Avoid most of them if not all of them. Go get laid instead.
Get to the fucking point, Clay.
OK OK, I found a circa 2007 photo and video slide show of what the Suburban looked like before, during, and after I got back.
At which point as I view this in retrospect I basically had a major psychotic break and literally buried any past I had with rave culture.
Never looking back, and officially transitioning into my status as a damaged soul and recurring membership of the conservative party.
It also left me with a daily driven vehicle that makes the Murder Sofa look like a church pew. Seriously.
Circa 2007
(Only re-edited to remove a lot of ugly people, Music is as it was, and smileys, also circa 2007 left in)
Agrajag
> crazedclay: SBC murderer
09/18/2014 at 23:41 |
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What ultimately became of the SS Foxy?
This makes me miss my '75. Friends had christened it El Suburbo. One day, for whatever reason, I wrote in cursive "El Suburbo" on the tail gate with just my finger on its filthy paint. I went to clean it shortly thereafter and my writing wouldn't come off. It faded slightly over time but never completely. I eventually painted over it.
Logansteno: Bought a VW?
> crazedclay: SBC murderer
09/19/2014 at 00:03 |
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My oh my.
2007 Clay must've been an interesting man.
What ever happened to this murdered out Suburban I had never heard of until now?