Sticker commissioned by LA Taco
. This guy was designed to look good in any position. He acts as an acrobat jumping from anywhere you stick him.
Swimming in an alpine lake affords the opportunity to completely disengage yourself from the modern world. If you time it correctly, late spring or early summer months the crisp air clean with warm sun rays will be beaming down. Chily shadows stretch from behind grandfather Jeffrey pines. The water; mere freshly melted snow.
Quickly diving into the water is the only real way to truly indulge in this act of mental disconnect. Body submerged in the virgin water, time stands still in an existential eternity. Problems melt away as did the dead snow not 2 days before. You can have similar stress escapes in a swiftly moving mountain stream, unheated suburban swimming pool or for us caged in cities, our shower.
Occasionally I will take a really cold shower, forcing my brain to revert back to an instinctual state of shock. Muscles clinch, skin turns to goose bumps. Hair stands on end and private parts retract. Talk about escapism. Its a way of telling your body to chill the fuck out. Stop worrying about petty shit like the bus driver that tried to run you off the road. Or the passive aggressive middle manager at work so scared to lose his job he has to nervously micromanage mundane tasks. Why can’t we just be free?
It would be nice if everybody in the world was nudist. But we need clothes for some things. Like going down blowup slides, job interviews and winter. And traveling to cold climates on vacation. And to compliment women on their sweaters when we are caught looking. We need sweaters for an excuse for looking at women's breasts. "Oh... Jenny, your sweater is rather flattering! " I knew she knew I was looking at the goods. But I just pretended to be checking my iphone’s email. Sometimes you need an escape from stresses like this.
Originally published by Forage Press May 2013.