Thursday, September 11, 2008
You Thought That Was It? You Are Dumb!
And now that the dust has settled...
I just spent 3 weeks camping and motel’ing across America. I love America. I love it because I don't live there and I always get to be a visitor, so covert that I can easily pass as a native. I get to marvel at the prices of things, the variety, the amazing differences of everything on the shelves in the drug store and the grocery store. I can wander and ponder in places like Ben's Fine Wine and Spirits (the wine really is fine). I love the breakfast menus, the truck stops, the coffee, the 24 hours pace of things. I love the high altitude desert.
I love the “radical self expression”, the amazing art installations and the extreme camping. I prefer camping in the desert to anywhere else. There’s no dampness, no dew, no rain, no morning chill, no wet shoes to contend with. Nothing gets wet. You can shove your bed up against the side of the tent, it doesn’t matter.
I am still recovering a little bit from all the travel. I am still cleaning some of the camping equipment, which got absolutely fucking trashed from the extreme heat and the dust storms. It was like camping on Tatooine, except no moisture farms, no Tusken raiders… just lots of crazy Americans. Just the way I like them! I met a guy called Captain Boo-Yeah who looked like a porn star and acted like my best friend and big brother just for one day.
Just for one day you can know and love someone, and you'll remember them forever even though you both drift on to the next party and you'll never meet up again, and that's perfectly ok.
And now that the dust has settled...
I just spent 3 weeks camping and motel’ing across America. I love America. I love it because I don't live there and I always get to be a visitor, so covert that I can easily pass as a native. I get to marvel at the prices of things, the variety, the amazing differences of everything on the shelves in the drug store and the grocery store. I can wander and ponder in places like Ben's Fine Wine and Spirits (the wine really is fine). I love the breakfast menus, the truck stops, the coffee, the 24 hours pace of things. I love the high altitude desert.
I love the “radical self expression”, the amazing art installations and the extreme camping. I prefer camping in the desert to anywhere else. There’s no dampness, no dew, no rain, no morning chill, no wet shoes to contend with. Nothing gets wet. You can shove your bed up against the side of the tent, it doesn’t matter.
I am still recovering a little bit from all the travel. I am still cleaning some of the camping equipment, which got absolutely fucking trashed from the extreme heat and the dust storms. It was like camping on Tatooine, except no moisture farms, no Tusken raiders… just lots of crazy Americans. Just the way I like them! I met a guy called Captain Boo-Yeah who looked like a porn star and acted like my best friend and big brother just for one day.
Just for one day you can know and love someone, and you'll remember them forever even though you both drift on to the next party and you'll never meet up again, and that's perfectly ok.
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