Replying to why ski

one of my non skier friends asked me why i ski, and a mass amount of ideas filled my head. I sure dont do it for the women and i dont do it to be popular,i do it because it is fun as hell and is something that erases all my worries and blankets me with freedom. When i am on the mountain everything that has gone wrong in my life seems to disapear.My focus changes from worrying about social chaos, to igonorant bliss. The parental oppression that controls my life seems to disapear as i shred powder, fly off large pieces of man made perfection, and share a few bowls at the marely shack.
When i leave the ski area and fill my car this great feeling of no worries will remain with me until the moment my 2 hour depature brings me home. Once i set foot out of the car and look at my home and the busy people around me, i stop thinking about landing cork 5's and start thinking about getting good grades and how at last weeks party i fucked a fat girl with hairy arm pits. No longer is there snow on the ground or a hill to conquer. now there are dishes to be done and a week long wait for my next chance to get to the mountains and leave the world of worries behind.
so to answer my friend i said, ' it sure beats doing bitch work in the back yard' he said okay and the night to come was wild and crazy.
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