BW Bandy: The Early Years

Often the creepy bloggers I hang out like to make disparaging comments about their simian fellows and their upbringing. I can do no less. Behold the childhood of BW Bandy, of Everyone's Gotta Be Somewhere:

For those of you unfamiliar with Cow Town the Deerfoot Trail is much like Aaaaadmontin's Whitemud Freeway - mostly straight with a few very mild curves. It is impossible for a person with a triple digit IQ to get into trouble on these roads and yet most rush hours...they turn into fuggin parking lots. Foreign and immigrant nine irons and rag heads hit the merges at 100 MPH or greater; stressed out $5.00/hour hoople-heads finish their  work day in a murderous rage and take it home with them...or try to. Then there's just your regular dumb ass on the cell phone or not paying attention.

There's days when I dream of living off the grid in a tar paper shack a hundred miles east of nowhere. I keep tabs on BW's blog very carefully... ya never know what kind of real estate he may come across in his travels.