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Lynn,
The haircut doesn't look ... half bad. You only need four-five hours of sleep, mix it with a sunny day on the bike, and, shit, you'll feel fine. Maybe not Montana-fine or Oregon-fine, but fine-fine. Good talks about this West thing. This is the grand process of regaining some of my former self -- the non-Pittsburghized (bikes, Iron City beer, etc.) me that zoned-out and got excited about shit most people don't know about and don't care to know about (the greenest fucking pine trees you've ever seen, clumps of bear shit, mossy rocks, Big Sky bully me, etc.). You'll know it all soon enough. Get excited! I haven't written like this in years -- two, three. It's like a regression in the most wonderful way, a recapturing of something more innocent and good. Love Pittsburgh, but fuck it! Buy the tickets, wave goodbye, and when you get there write cryptic post cards that only say things like "I'm happy," and "Yup, yup, yup." Your friends will hate you for it!
-- Jason
The haircut doesn't look ... half bad. You only need four-five hours of sleep, mix it with a sunny day on the bike, and, shit, you'll feel fine. Maybe not Montana-fine or Oregon-fine, but fine-fine. Good talks about this West thing. This is the grand process of regaining some of my former self -- the non-Pittsburghized (bikes, Iron City beer, etc.) me that zoned-out and got excited about shit most people don't know about and don't care to know about (the greenest fucking pine trees you've ever seen, clumps of bear shit, mossy rocks, Big Sky bully me, etc.). You'll know it all soon enough. Get excited! I haven't written like this in years -- two, three. It's like a regression in the most wonderful way, a recapturing of something more innocent and good. Love Pittsburgh, but fuck it! Buy the tickets, wave goodbye, and when you get there write cryptic post cards that only say things like "I'm happy," and "Yup, yup, yup." Your friends will hate you for it!
-- Jason