We all have our "outs". private places to collect our thoughts. places that we can go to and put our minds at ease. for some it may be the beach, for others a long ride, long walks, etc. however there is a place that only a man can call his "place of bliss". it's the Dump! backing the truck up into a wide open space full of trash is fulfilling. put the truck in park, step out the door, open the tailgate, and just throw the trash as far as they can! that nasty stench in the air, vultures flying above waiting to swoop down on any dead carcass that will satisfy their apatite. the man...he loves this. tossing his rubbish anywhere and everywhere. sometimes the truck is full to the brim with unwanted trash, and "done with this" crap. other times he travels to this place before the sun rises hauling a lonely microwave. sweaty palms gripping the steering wheel, listening to Rush, eyes glowing with anticipation of the exit sign. overwhelmed with excitement. he reaches his "place of bliss". and he throws that damn microwave with full force as far as he can. it smashes into bits when it hits the ground. he looks up at the vultures, takes in a deep breath of the stench and smiles like a kid in a candy store!!!!!!!!!
