Y for "YIKES! You are now entering God's country" or as the Mormons call it; "Brigham YOUNG University".
A little piece of my heart will always dwell in the mountains of Utah. Will always belong to certain friends and ex-lovers. But right now I belong in New York City. I am typing you from the midst of a snowstorm in the mountains of Colorado. Dad lives here. Outside the snow is flying frantically, suicidally slapping the window in its effort to be noticed. I am off to visit an old western town that is walled in on all sides by a mass of Rocky Mountains. Tomorrow I drive home to Utah... But I will get back to you before then.. There is much to tell. Yo! Thanks for all the book suggestions. I have compiled a massive list that I saved so I can refer to it for the next few years. If you think of any more... go back and add 'em. For the airplane ride; Chuck Palahniuk's Haunted.. Um - if you've read the book than you'll know that A Story By Saint Gut-Free is still haunting me. Holy shit. Some of the more disturbing words grouped together to form a story I've ever read. I think I'd rather read a Newsweek article detailing the ins and outs of a colonoscopy. Which, come to think of it, deals with a lot of the same subject matter. Christ. Some things you just can't unthink, even if you'd rather drink your own urine than think that thought again. A Story By Saint Gut-Free falls in that category, yet, against my better judgment I'm still reading the book. And how are you?
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