Nobody is Coming to Save You

On Scene Building and the CCCRU

I was in rural Nova Scotia standing in the middle of a scrap yard, tweaked on coke with my best friend. The 4am sky glowed green, lit from the large neon letters of the local grocery store “Sobeys”. However, the first and last S had flickered out leaving only word “Obey”, the corniest fucking sign from god I’d ever seen.

I sometimes revere the youthful …