Dirt. It is everywhere at my job. I used to hate dirt, and was a clean freak. This dirt has done more than make me face a fear, but enjoy it. I wear dirt like war paint. The odor of rotten eggs or fried chicken, and the occasional dried mud ash and a bucket of sweat mixed in not only help to provide cover from the sun better than any retailable lotion, but gives you a reason to buy a new bath tub liner and washer +drying machines about once a year. Dirt helps you feel like you are worth something more because image really has no say, except for comical commentary and let's you remember just how much you fucked up or the road you shouldn't have taken. It also lets you know just how better off some people are because they can't do what you do, and vice versa. Dirt is therapy... If only there wasn't country music and moustaches I'd feel more comfortable. Welcome back to LJ Matt... "Madman"