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rock n roll sucks u satan worshipping idiot, rap is where its at, dawg.

For awhile I worked in a factory that made the styrofoam mannequins that display the clothes in GAP and American Eagle stores. The factory was located in a small village in eastern new york state right near the vermont state line. It was a small river town. The Hoosick River flows through this small valley on its way to the Hudson River. One day I stood at the entrance of the small factory building which was once a watering station for steam engines in the day. It had a vast water storage tank beneath its basement. In the old building we had an elevator that was 100 years old that worked by pulling a cable up and down to make the elevator work. As i stood on the factory rickety wooden steps I looked across the street towards the warehouse building equally as old. A bunch of pidgeons were flying their circular dance above their roost in the warehouse. Suddenly, a small hawk dove out of the sky and nailed one of the pidgeons in mid flight and flew off with it. Right there in the middle of the village.

There was a pond near where i lived that i would hike to and sit by watching as the clouds drifted over. Over the years the ponds fish population ceased and the pond became empty of life. Some people decided to restock some different species into the pond and gradually the fish and turtle population exploded. Then snapping turtles invaded the pond and there was concern amongst the people who had reseeded the pond the snapping turtles would bring imbalance. It was discussed and decided to let nature take its course and the final result was balance reestablished itself in the eco system and it propered and flourished beyond what was expected.

A pack of wild dogs roamed the forest land around my home. The pack was led by a wolf hybrid that had escaped its breeder and bacame alpha of this pack. The majority of the dogs in the pack were of various large breeds. There were about a dozen of them. The pack would come by my place at times if I had my dog chained out and the alpha would taunt and tease my dog to join it. I spoke to some of my friends about the pack and the consensus was to shoot the Alpha and the pack would fall apart. I thought about it. Then I decided a different course. I spent more time with my dog. I spent hours and hours fussing and fooling around with him, he spent no time at all on the end of the chain. Then I let him out without hooking him out. He was good about not roaming. Then the pack showed up. The alpha ran up to my dog and challenged him immediately. The normal response from another male dog would either accept the challenge and fight or cower and submit. He did neither. He simply turned away from the alpha and came to the door and I let him in. The pack never came back again.

Interesting read.

Very interesting.