I hate being presumptuous, but I never really thought there was much to being a tree. Stand in one spot for (possibly) hundreds of years, absorb nutritious, delicious sun and water, play host to all sorts of scurrying furballs – it seemed like a pretty cushy gig.
How To Be A Tree, however, suggests that I was devastatingly incorrect. Sometimes trees get shot at by tanks while terrorizing hapless cities. Other times lasers attempt to impede their progress. It’s rough, man. No wonder trees have such thick skin. It’s the only way to endure ceaseless scorn from a world that just doesn’t understand. There’s a trailer of this wonderful oddity (that Graham took a look at a couple months ago) planted beneath the break’s loamy soils.
