Do you love the West? Probably not in any meaningful way. You’re hunting the West for its elusive wifi signals. When you find them they’re wide open: no passwords out on the range.
The air in the West is really dry and is actually fun to breathe. Like, “Ahh, ahh, ah ha ha,” because it’s so crispy and fragrant that it starts to tickle. It’s such good air.
If you’re from the East you like filling your lungs with wet garbage and calling people pussies if they don’t like doing the same. You like beer to cost about a thousand dollars and you like for cocktails to cost about twice that. If a place is empty it probably means there’s something wrong with it. There’s a show on the waterfront tonight where you can mush your slippery torso into someone else’s dripping back. It only costs $80 and you should totally go.
Great little band, this band pictured. Some Steve Miller is happening right now, which is about what you’d expect and which is great for gravel roads. Baseball caps and gas station t’s drinking gas station beer, just kinda loping around in that Western way, not paying shit for none of it, breathing some clean-ass dust.
Found some wifi so I could tell you about it. I’m the only man on a phone. Everyone else is getting wasted with their kids on their laps.