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.