I listen to four scanners at work. Each scanner searches through a bank of channels for police, fire, ems and other assorted emergency frequencies.

There is rarely a moment of silence at my desk. And I can’t just tune this cacophony out. At the very least I have to tune in enough to notice when something “newsworthy” is talked about.

This might seem easy to some. Trust me, it is not. You can do it for a few nights in a row before your brain becomes the consistency of a small bowl of pudding. Black licorice flavored pudding at that.

I hear about the worst that people are capable of on a daily basis. All the horrible shit that people do to each other because of anger, misfortune and ignorance. We are not a pleasant species from the experience that I have had listening to misfortune.

Sometimes I wonder if my urges to move away to the woods and live in a small cabin might be the best idea. I think that if I could swing an internet connection out there that it would be best. It’s not so much that I would be running. More like putting enough of a buffer between my family and mother culture to make me feel safe.

Mother culture is a mean old bitch after all. Maybe I’d be better off without her hanging around all the time.

Maybe someday I really will run off and take my family to the hills. I hope we like it there.

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