F*ck You Farm - In Greater Depth

Remember this place (FuckYou.Farm) from back in the beginning of June?

Well, I recently had the pleasure of meeting someone who once had an affiliation with this this particular farm. Roger (who gave me permission to use his first name) was a truck driver at the time and Fuck You Farm was frequent stop on his route. Of course the name alone would make the stop memorable, but according to him that's the least of the story. He recalled one incident that he has never forgotten.

One day, on a routine stop like any other, after the pallets had been taken from the truck he closed up the doors and climbed back into the cab. He had only a moments worth of paperwork to complete before he would set down his clipboard and drive off to his next stop. But not today. Today that moment would turn into two.

As Roger completed the required papers, he happened to look up and notice something through the narrow opening of a barn door. Small children gathered in a circle, mumbling incoherently, as if in some foreign (even alien) language—their faces turned down toward the ground, eyes closed and they were shaking their heads about as if in spasms. In the center of the circle stood a large brown horse. Every few seconds, he said, a child would run at the horse, head shaking, eyes closed, and knock himself over on impact.

What they were doing he couldn't imagine. But then (and this is where it gets really strange) he was startled by an old woman in front of his truck. "It was like something from a horror flick," he said, "She just appeared there." More than that, he said the woman was dressed in strange attire and quickly "scampered" to his door.

"Leave." She said plainly.

"So I left." He told me. And from that day on he'd never gone back. He changed routes with another driver who later went missing. In time Roger moved on to greener pastures (no pun intended), but the scars had been a constant reminder of something he couldn't explain.

We had a long talk over tea and I'm happy to say, Roger has been healed of his trauma. I shared with him the truth about horses and the nature of Fuck You Farm and honestly, he felt much better knowing. As gross as their conduct is, at least he can put a name to it. Witchcraft. Then I taught him some yoga positions before we were asked to leave. But we finished the lesson on the sidewalk. And given the beautiful day that it was, it turned out to be a blessing. One of the employees of the coffee shop went on break and also joined us for the remainder of the yoga lesson. All in all it was a very pleasant day.