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The Interior. Suprisingly flat, once you get over the Alaska...

The Interior. Suprisingly flat, once you get over the Alaska Range. And warm. I spent the day in a t-shirt and flip-flops. Went on three different dog walks.

Now I am drinking vodka and grapefruit juice. Cheers.

In Alaska, I am the only person with small dogs. Everyone has big giant killer dogs. Me, I got little tiny cute ones.

I resolve to have only small dogs from now on. Screw you and your giant dog that you wish was symbolic of your penis.

Here in the Interior, you really meet the people you think Alaska is made of. I like it much better than the coastal areas. People still have outhouses around here. They don’t have electricity and that’s ok. While ordinary Americans are wrapped up in the Walking Dead, these guys are chopping wood so they don’t freeze.

This, my friends, was what I came looking for.

Back in Black/ ACDCI’ve always loved this song because it’s how...

Back in Black/ ACDC

I’ve always loved this song because it’s how my heart beats.

I may skip a beat or two, but the damn things keeps driving along and here I still am.

Fuckin A. I’ll take it.

There is the issue of modernity.

Largely, the frontier of Alaska grew up in the Age of Flight, meaning very often that roads, both of the asphalt variety and the rail variety weren’t much bothered with. Whole sections of this vast land are accessible only by air.

This puts my truck and 5th wheel at a decided disadvantage. It appears that the nearest I can get to the Arctic Circle is Fairbanks, pretty much.

I’ll fucking take it. Fairbanks here I come.

The place is still a shithole, really. You got end of the rope people living at the actual end of the rope. There’s a whole ‘nother edge going on.

Avoid Anchorage and the Kenai Peninsula. White trash city. Trailer parks as far as the eye can see.

Now that I am experiencing it, I’m not that impressed with frontier life. Sure I can do whatever the hell I want, but do I have to do it around these people?

Oil tanker.The spice must flow….

Oil tanker.

The spice must flow….

Weed

So apparently I’ve become a pothead since coming here.

Weed is everywhere. People are smoking it on the streets and that ain’t no lie.

Generally, I dislike the marijuana high. It makes me feel self-conscious and nervous. No fun.

But when you’re in a new environment and a dude hands you a joint, hey, you just roll with it.

Thanks, man!

Here’s a recent picture of Kim Jong Un, dicktater of North Korea...

Here’s a recent picture of Kim Jong Un, dicktater of North Korea and fat ass.

North Korea recently began warning its people to get ready for famine. They ordered every citizen in the capital to provide around 2 pounds of rice to the state’s supplies every month, while farmers are forced to hand over additional rations from their own meager crops to the military 

Ain’t Communism great? Sign me the fuck up!

This guy is a fat ass while his people starve. You’re damn right I’m body shaming.

If you can't read this, blame a teacher.

Everything is more expensive, but not a lot more, and it’s snowing now, which I love. Was getting burnt out on all the rain. I love rain, too, but c'mon. Scale it back a bit.

It’s like eating eclairs. One time me and the girl I was with at the time got all drunk the night before and woke up hungover with a massive sugar craving.

“Eclairs!” we thought in unison. We went and got, like, a dozen and a half of them and ended up pretty sick. To this day, I can’t eat an eclair.

You think a hangover from alcohol is bad, try one from over-indulgence in eclairs. Jesus.

What was I talking about? Rain. Right. Right as rain.

But, yeah, it’s snowing now and it’s beautiful. It’s actually not that cold here. Feels about like at home, in South Dakota, but I’m still close to the coast.

“The Interior”. People talk about The Interior. That’s where the Arctic shit happens. “Fairbanks”, they say. “get your punk ass to Fairbanks.”

I seem to be avoiding big towns, tho. I like the littler ones. I go and drink at their VFWs, if they have them (and they usually do). I sleep in my 5th wheel. Occasionally, I rent space for it so that I may have lights and water. Lights and water=good. It means showers and phone/laptop charging.

An Eskimo got me stoned. Sorry for rambling.

VFW bingo, small town, Alaska, complete with triple screwdriver...

VFW bingo, small town, Alaska, complete with triple screwdriver and spit cup for my chaw. I won thirty bucks.

Columbia River Gorge, Oregon. Photos by my son, Hadrian...

Columbia River Gorge, Oregon. Photos by my son, Hadrian Kindt.

“Gorge” is one of my favorite words.

"I wanna dip my head in oil and rub it all over your body."

“I wanna dip my head in oil and rub it all over your body.”

- George Costanza