Eats and Treats: catering for couch potatoes

Theres an old saying about truth being stranger than fiction and it often applies when theres a really REALLY good story to be told. This one is true.This is a story of endurance: a man stripped of all his considerable worldly possessions and driven to live on a remote mountain where he builds a home from logs and scrap metal. Sort of like Moses only hes not Jewish.Its a story of joy: he creates a simple serene life devoid of gadgets like a toilet running water electricity human companionship or any form of communication with the outside world. He does however have two dogs. One is blue and the other is very black. Both are his constant companions.Its a story of heartache: a man who epitomises the mantra of the 70s make love not war yet whose life on the mountain becomes enmeshed in bitter battles for supremacy. Dominated by greed-driven conflicts with uninvited neighbours. And eventually culminating in a psychotic drug-fuelled attack on his life until his ultimate final reckoning.Its a story of pain: a man wracked with deep physical emotional and mental pain. Not the transient sort - the lifelong grinding burrowing relentless sort that has teeth sharper than Stephen Kings evil clown Pennywise.But more than anything its a story of survival: a man clawing his way back into civilization inch by inch constantly shedding old burdens and taking on new ones negotiating forks bends and ditches in the road until finding trust again and coming to rest in his own personal utopia.