It all started when I was 4 and killed my neighbors dog that harassed me for years by knocking me down and humping me profusely until it got my snack pack pudding from lunch.. I realized how important edc was way back then because after choking that damn animal out I realized I had no shovel to finish it off and bury it so I ran it over with my big wheel repeatedly until it pissed itself laughing so long it died of dehydration. Santa obliged me the next year with a folding shovel and mag lite which I promptly mounted to my new green machine. Because the big wheel's towing ratio sucked with a wagon in tow and said neighbor under a tarp.. Who knew he would be upset when he found the dog stuffed into the mailbox? In my defense I did include a sympathy card.. In retrospect "fuck your dog" was probably not the right opening paragraph..
At age 11, setting fire to ants with a magnifying glass was sooo 1978 I progressed to my next big edc item.. A bb gun.. Not pellet but bb.. No rifling so there was plausible denialbility.. So unless there were witnesses I was a free man... There were never witnesses..
To me they were not bullies but deserving targets of opportunity... I would always keep a baseball card as a memento, my mother always wondered where I got the money to buy so many... I never did head shots because the bigger the bully the bigger hole you had to dig. So they all got one in an ass cheek, because for a week or two after every time they sat down they knew they were my bitch.
After losing my rifle because of some grainy 8mm movie roll, blurrier than the bluff Creek footage and false testimony from my sister. I was given my first SAK which delighted me even more since now it took my skills with edc to a new level.. Hide and seek now included snare traps! Although it came to a quick end after they found my sister hanging upside down after a few hours of one on one hide and not quite seek since I was still pissed about losing my rifle because of a squealer.
Fishing, hunting, camping all came before I turned 16 and got my first big edc pack.. The trunk of my 1977 Chevy Malibu.. My trusty shovel, mag lite and SAK made it to this point and a new buck knife to keep them company..
This is where my first fak came to be.. But, for me it didn't quite mean what it does now..
My flaming bag of poop assembly kit sat in the trunk.. Although FBOPAK just didn't roll off the tongue like you'd think so I shortened it a bit to FAK.. It's just not the kind of kit you wanted to wrap your arm in a sling with.
It had..
Paper lunch bags.. Even back then I was eco-friendly Duct tape.. Just in case I wanted an eye level extravaganza of poo or to keep it out of range of shorter people to make the fun last.. (see poo pinata.. Patent pending) Waterproof matches because if I'm gonna drop a door and set it ablaze.. I'll be damned if it's gonna sit in my car during a rain delay Garden trowel.. I don't want to get my prize shovel covered in poop, plus if left behind who would think any Self respecting teenage boy would own a garden trowel
Even this went to the wayside as I reached the age of alcohol!
Post by willydigger. FB inFamous on Oct 1, 2013 13:53:55 GMT -8
Blitz! Hey dude.
That Smurfing Forum is no bueno and HI SPONGBOB. - Kilroy Psychosis is refreshing like a cool glass o' lemonade. - T. YOU HAVE MY AXE, WILLARD DIGGERD OF WESTEROS, FIRST SON OF THE FROG KING - Q Where is the satisfaction in watching other people accomplish things? - Short Make woopy, make waffles make like the wind. - Roy
But I digress.. Back to pouring my heart out.. At killjoys request
Age 21.. The era of beer and boobies
Upgrading to a van I bought on the side of the road gave me more room for vehicle edc.. Once I painted over the "free candy" painted on one side and "maps to the stars" on the other and ridding it of the smell of sex and bad judgement.. To replace it with my own... The kennel cages bolted down in the back worked great with my current entrepreneurial endeavor. Organized cosplay cockfighting.. Which was more mainstream back then and safer since that last trip to Mexico for the championships.. I woke up in a back alley hung over, naked, and handcuffed to a dead burro wearing lipstick and latex chaps.. It kind of softened the blow of a missing kidney.
As with most young people of that age the edc was pretty similar.. "protection", bottle openers, keg taps, and the occasional rolling papers... I did also carry a seam ripper, which raised eyebrows at the time but those zippers on the leather hoods back then were not the best quality and tended to jam at the wrong moment.. Which lead to the 3 in 1 oil in the glove box.
Post by willydigger. FB inFamous on Oct 1, 2013 15:31:27 GMT -8
Who's Joy? Sounds like a bitch. Some one should off her.
That Smurfing Forum is no bueno and HI SPONGBOB. - Kilroy Psychosis is refreshing like a cool glass o' lemonade. - T. YOU HAVE MY AXE, WILLARD DIGGERD OF WESTEROS, FIRST SON OF THE FROG KING - Q Where is the satisfaction in watching other people accomplish things? - Short Make woopy, make waffles make like the wind. - Roy