We're No Stinkin' Outlaws — musings

| Danielle Vincent

Outlaws show up to LIFE!

My friend called me out of the blue this afternoon, just to wish me a happy new year. 2019 (and 2018) had been rough (fuck cancer*) for him, and we were talking about how I felt like he had dealt with his cancer with such incredible grace. "You really showed...

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| Danielle Vincent

The Discipline To Rest

I hated running. Ten years ago, I trained for and ran the San Francisco half-marathon. I was 30 and realized I had never really dedicated myself to something I hated, but resolved to do despite my hatred of it. It seems like most people accept that they have to do things they hate as a part of life, but I never accepted it. I didn’t do math homework in school unless I liked the teacher, I didn’t file taxes, and I didn’t stay in jobs I didn’t like. From the time I was an infant, if I didn’t want to do something, I’d absolutely refuse to do it. This is not a very productive or healthy trait in adults, so...

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| Danielle Vincent

No, My Face Doesn't Hurt. Why Do You Ask?

Another interesting and weird day making soap at Outlaw Trading Company. Today's batch(es) of soap were the infamous Unicorn Poop(s)! I was joined by a lil' friend this time. We will call him Marty the Fly. He was quite annoying and insistent. It seemed like anything I did attracted Marty....

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| Danielle Vincent

"Fire in the Hole" Story #2: Bees

My friends and I had gone on a camping trip to a dry lakebed just north of Ludlow, California. We had all arrived after sundown, with most of us arriving throughout the night. We had come here many times before, and it was a gloriously undisturbed place where we were free to do whatever stupid stuff we wanted to. As usual, we brought firewood for a massive fire and many of us were enthusiastically throwing propane canisters and gas cans (yes, really) on the fire. More fire is better, right? We were drinking beer, and maybe some scotch, as is our way. There was definitely a drunk front moving through the camp that night, with periodic showers of...

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