When I grew up we had a acre field to grow tons of food, it was awesome and a hobby, fun, and it made Walmart lose 100 bucks a week these days. We had room to live, and didn't need to epose ourselves to other people every day to get food. We didn't drive anywhere, really no need to, we produced and fed ourselves with chickens and several pigs. We traded locally with beef farmers, and we lived by a lake that had plenty of perch before neslie came through. We listened to radio btw, and didn't have internet. A few channels on the tv but who cares, listening to waves, a rousing gin rummy play, maybe some wheel of fortune, all watched with seversal generstions of fsamily, we all lived close bc we are like an army, we look out for each other. So healthy from real food I could carry a injured on my back for days. These days, I thnk im about to have a heart attack jerking off. It's like the food and water are the problem, and my family all moved away. The fuck why?