yup. My big personal joke when I came back to visit Utah while I was in Montana had to do with the signs at the state lines, which I changed in my mind to say "Still not the right fucking place." It's been interesting to be back here, and I thank God for Jennifer and friends to keep me sane.
When I first came back in January of 2004 to help my family after leaving Montana and being on the road for a little over a year, I was seriously not happy about being stuck here, but that Spring, I took a month to go into Mexico and the Southwest (got to visit EJ and Vic along the way), and managed to bury my skeletons (including my ex-wife's...he he he) out in the desert.
Now I don't worry so much about what everyone else is doing. It still irritates me not to have a decent pub to hear some music or someplace to get a Bloody Mary with breakfast before 11 a.m. (and even then, it's not a GOOD B.M.), but I take comfort from my wonderful woman and the fact that she doesn't want to stay here forever.
anyhoo, enough about me. I dig your blog. Vacation sounds nice. I was on the road for a few months last summer (the original impetus for my blog) and spent a few days in Connecticut (including an afternoon in Mystic). As a horror writer, I had a real draw to New England and can understand your drive to possibly relocate (before I was sure, I just had a FEELING that H.P. Lovecraft must've been around there somewhere). As far as Seattle, I like the area, but I think there (and my other fave of the PNW... Portland) would just get too rainy for me not to kill someone.
anyway, (ask the girls, my comments are often as long as posts) I don't get a ton of time to check out blogs, and am still working around to Lyam's, but appreciate your comment and thought I'd take a few minutes today to say "howdy."
my best to your body. Hope all those procedures help.
say hi to Lyam and Chris. Did he tell you the story about running into him in Missoula? Pretty far out.
The only real big political/raid hoopla in Missoula happened a few years back when the Hell's Angels held their annual meeting there. Basically the Missoula police called in other police forces to help keep things in order. I don't know if they asked the Utah cops or if they volunteered, but for whatever reason, here came the Mormon patrols.
The big night in question, there were a bunch of locals downtown protesting the "police state." By this point, the Hell's Angels, possibly sensing trouble, had left downtown to their camp just outside of town. Long story, short, a riot ensued, complete with stories of police brutality and tear gassing which led to a big investigation and lawsuits.
P, yeah, Mayse told me about seeing you. Here, here to Bloody Mary's before 11am.
Funny you talk about H.P. Lovecraft being around the northeast. Lyam said that very thing when we were back this time.
This story made me thank my lucky stars anew that I'm not living in Utah. Until you and your girl can leave, have as much fun as possible. Good to hear from you
New England tends to breed horror writers: Poe, Lovecraft, King . . . I'm not sure where Barker's from--I wanna say he's more West Coast; but then, he's a different kind of writer altogether.
I had to walk away from the computer and come back hours later to comment on this one, I was THAT enraged. Of course, it doesn't take much to set me off lately. I hope all those mother fuckers get an assault weapon enema someday, just for karma's sake.
When I was about 19 and going to college I was at a party at someone's house. Some of the guys were loudish but nothing unruly at all. All was going well, me and the girls were contentedly sipping and flirting with the really drunk boys when someone walked in and informed us that if anyone was underage we'd want to run for it because the police just got there. So me and my underage friend ran for the back door. I don't know the details of what happened next first hand as I was hiding in a field piggy backing my barefoot and very drunk roommate, but apparently we just missed the cops coming in the backdoor, front door, and garage, brandishing their little club thingies and a few already had their weapons drawn. This was long before any officer even tried to speak to anyone. The host of the party ended up in jail and it was hours before anyone could leave because they left a cop parked in front of the house to pick up any underage stragglers like yours truly. It's a pity that people can't have a good time in this state without the threat of a firearm to the face.
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Chilling (and not, like, in a good way, like "resting"; but in a suck-as way, like, "My blood has ceased to flow.").
I'll need to look at this at home, where I can download the video footage (too risky here).
yeah, I watched it and it only pissed me off more.
yup. My big personal joke when I came back to visit Utah while I was in Montana had to do with the signs at the state lines, which I changed in my mind to say "Still not the right fucking place." It's been interesting to be back here, and I thank God for Jennifer and friends to keep me sane.
When I first came back in January of 2004 to help my family after leaving Montana and being on the road for a little over a year, I was seriously not happy about being stuck here, but that Spring, I took a month to go into Mexico and the Southwest (got to visit EJ and Vic along the way), and managed to bury my skeletons (including my ex-wife's...he he he) out in the desert.
Now I don't worry so much about what everyone else is doing. It still irritates me not to have a decent pub to hear some music or someplace to get a Bloody Mary with breakfast before 11 a.m. (and even then, it's not a GOOD B.M.), but I take comfort from my wonderful woman and the fact that she doesn't want to stay here forever.
anyhoo, enough about me. I dig your blog. Vacation sounds nice. I was on the road for a few months last summer (the original impetus for my blog) and spent a few days in Connecticut (including an afternoon in Mystic). As a horror writer, I had a real draw to New England and can understand your drive to possibly relocate (before I was sure, I just had a FEELING that H.P. Lovecraft must've been around there somewhere). As far as Seattle, I like the area, but I think there (and my other fave of the PNW... Portland) would just get too rainy for me not to kill someone.
anyway, (ask the girls, my comments are often as long as posts) I don't get a ton of time to check out blogs, and am still working around to Lyam's, but appreciate your comment and thought I'd take a few minutes today to say "howdy."
my best to your body. Hope all those procedures help.
say hi to Lyam and Chris. Did he tell you the story about running into him in Missoula? Pretty far out.
p.s.- How could I forget this story?
The only real big political/raid hoopla in Missoula happened a few years back when the Hell's Angels held their annual meeting there. Basically the Missoula police called in other police forces to help keep things in order. I don't know if they asked the Utah cops or if they volunteered, but for whatever reason, here came the Mormon patrols.
The big night in question, there were a bunch of locals downtown protesting the "police state." By this point, the Hell's Angels, possibly sensing trouble, had left downtown to their camp just outside of town. Long story, short, a riot ensued, complete with stories of police brutality and tear gassing which led to a big investigation and lawsuits.
P, yeah, Mayse told me about seeing you. Here, here to Bloody Mary's before 11am.
Funny you talk about H.P. Lovecraft being around the northeast. Lyam said that very thing when we were back this time.
This story made me thank my lucky stars anew that I'm not living in Utah. Until you and your girl can leave, have as much fun as possible. Good to hear from you
New England tends to breed horror writers: Poe, Lovecraft, King . . . I'm not sure where Barker's from--I wanna say he's more West Coast; but then, he's a different kind of writer altogether.
I had to walk away from the computer and come back hours later to comment on this one, I was THAT enraged. Of course, it doesn't take much to set me off lately. I hope all those mother fuckers get an assault weapon enema someday, just for karma's sake.
When I was about 19 and going to college I was at a party at someone's house. Some of the guys were loudish but nothing unruly at all. All was going well, me and the girls were contentedly sipping and flirting with the really drunk boys when someone walked in and informed us that if anyone was underage we'd want to run for it because the police just got there. So me and my underage friend ran for the back door. I don't know the details of what happened next first hand as I was hiding in a field piggy backing my barefoot and very drunk roommate, but apparently we just missed the cops coming in the backdoor, front door, and garage, brandishing their little club thingies and a few already had their weapons drawn. This was long before any officer even tried to speak to anyone. The host of the party ended up in jail and it was hours before anyone could leave because they left a cop parked in front of the house to pick up any underage stragglers like yours truly. It's a pity that people can't have a good time in this state without the threat of a firearm to the face.
Mandy, no kidding. The Saints are creating their own apocalypse.
Katy, yes my dear, that story is all too familiar. Had a few of those myself back in the Cedar days.
Erik told me about this. Fuck the fucking police.
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