Missoula, Montana.
Waking up at dawn with my uncle to heard the cattle and feed them. Throughout the day, caring and playing with the animals. BINGO at nite and all the goodness. Its nitetime and the moon is out. The only light is the moon and the porch light. My Auntie is in the kitchen cooking for some reason. On the porch with Uncle, we talk of life. He is smoking his cigarettes and just looking out. All of a sudden the horses get out. Just the sight of them running by bathed in the light of the porch and moon, makes me want to cry.
"Uncle, this is so beautiful I can't believe it."
"Oh, shit the horses are out, c'mon get off your ass lets catch them."
I want to be able to play with the grasshopers in the tall grass all the time and tend to the animals and cook all day long wearing an apron. Then at nite I want to talk of the family history and watch the animals escape into the big sky nite. This is my five year plan. To have a ranch in Missoula, Montana and have lots of animals and such and own an antique store downtown. I want the only polution to be that of my cigarettes. Plus its tax exempt. Yay Montana.
Oh, gin, you make me honest.
"Uncle, this is so beautiful I can't believe it."
"Oh, shit the horses are out, c'mon get off your ass lets catch them."
I want to be able to play with the grasshopers in the tall grass all the time and tend to the animals and cook all day long wearing an apron. Then at nite I want to talk of the family history and watch the animals escape into the big sky nite. This is my five year plan. To have a ranch in Missoula, Montana and have lots of animals and such and own an antique store downtown. I want the only polution to be that of my cigarettes. Plus its tax exempt. Yay Montana.
Oh, gin, you make me honest.