Colorado

I'm not even going to begin to talk about how long it's been since I wrote anything or what I was doing. To quote Jacob Stewart, "It is unknown and unlawful." Yeah, I'm in Colorado. This place is hard to figure out. There are like at least 3 genres of Colorado dudes. I have only fully come to grips with 2 thus far:

1. There is the native Colorado dude. This guy is a total freak. He grew up in the wilderness. His parents grew weed in the 60's. OR, he is like a rancher who is NOT cool with hippies and drives a pick-up truck and hates the Government. He has A LOT OF GUNS. Notice the wild look in his eye.

2. The transplant. This guy is like this:
He is from like Wisconsin or something. If you ask this guy where he is from, his placid face will contort into a mask of pain and fright. He will say, "I've been here for a really long time." You will notice that this isn't what you asked him. You will pause, studying his face; he is being defiant. "Yeah but like where did you live before that?" You have broken a social contract. "I've been here for 20 years," he will say. Maybe give up now.
As far as I can tell there is a state-run contest to be the most legit Colorado local possible, and whoever was here first wins like a pair of North Face hiking pants? It's very strange.
It reminds me of what I've always assumed Alaska is like. I've never been to Alaska, but I lived in Seattle which is like the hologram of Alaska. (Don't think about this analogy too strenuously) Anyway, I've always sensed that Alaska is FULL of people who are running away from something in the "Lower 48." I'm guessing most of them robbed Brink's Trucks in 1977, and are now on the lam, living under false names like "Bruce." I get the same vibe from dudes I meet here. They are reluctant to talk about the past, seem slightly damaged and spooky, and are weirdly single for their age. Maybe they murdered their wives? In Iowa?
Now, these dudes have certain physical characteristics... They are oddly young-looking for their age, which is invariably 41. They are perfect genetically modified hybrids of a 25 year old and a 45 year old. They have messy, short hair with a tasteful amount of gray. They wear outdoorsy corduroy pants with some sort of fleece whose brand name I haven't yet come to terms with. Goddam right he's wearing Oakley's with that thing that keeps them attached to his head:

This man surprisingly has no beard, but wears a baseball cap from time to time. He has 3 tattoos. One is tribal, one is a compass, and one is a bird. He killed his wife!!!!!



I watched a lot of movies, but I only have the energy to talk about one right now, ok?

Attack the Block --- Man, you are thinking I hated this movie. It's about South London gangster kids who have to defeat alien invaders. You're wrong! It was charming. I'm becoming soft.