I was just in the land of the free and it sure as hell isn't anywhere near the capital of this fair land.
The land of the free, and by my limited accord the last bit of land like that we've got left, if Bozeman, Montana. Let me just list some of the common past-time activities which I took part in whilst exploring what people in the eastern part of this continent call "the west:"
1) Hunted ground squirrels with a 22 while driving around mountain roads in a truck. Yes we shot them from the truck, and no we didn't pick them up we left them to die.
2) Cooked a pig. One entire pig, gutted, choked with an apple, and lying in a bed of coals.
3) Learned how to use Bear Mace. Apparently it's somewhat stronger than regular mace as it has to account for a bit more beast per bitter.
4) Assumed the alpha male role among the members of the conference I attended.
5) Mingled with the locals. One stepped in for some drunken-close-talking and made me feel his guns (thankfully it was his arm mussel he was referring to, though at that moment I definitely imagined a number of things he could have meant by the proposal). He promptly stumbled out of the bar with a level nine droopy eye but not before announcing an epic closure to the night by screaming "WE'R LIVIN IN A DREAM WORLDT!!!"
6) Missed my plane because I was hung over and got upgraded to another flight for free.
7) Apparently they surf the lakes and rivers in montana, something I have got to see/partake in.
and it's all in the land of the free. You screw up your life its your own damn ass that gets grilled. I love it.
