As an ill traveled young lady, I crossed Colorado, Utah, Montana, Washington, and Oregon off my list in a matter of days. Fucked off across the country and never wanted to come back. Go figure. I will never meet people that will replace my Morefries. No one comes close to having hearts bigger than those you have. However, I cannot continue to allow this town to suck me dry of every bit of creativity and inspiration in my bones. I will not allow myself to settle for this place. I will go after the dreams that were often detrimental, but are now actually becoming closer to reality.

   One 10 day trip across the country in a suave molester’s van with three beautiful boys and a babe taught me much. While getting puked on across the wretched state of Utah, I kept it posi. Mantras on top of Mantras to keep me well, and I’ll be damned if I was the only one NOT to get sick. In Missoula I took care of my very sick rat, and wasn’t even bummed on not tubing down the river or fucking up Japanther’s hotel room. This is because if i am 100% on sticking with you, I’m not going to let shitting your briefs or your puke breath get to me.

   In Seattle I was a 5 year old. I have always wanted to be in you, Seattle, and I came fucking hard. Crab cocktail, tempura prawns, Bi Bim Bop all in my stomach and the salty air in my nostrils. A rat on my side and the city was ours for days. We made the rafters of the warehouse scream, just like my soul. Another day, another crepe.

  Portland was food Mecca. Poutine, Gueyre, ham, and mushroom crepes, and ginger ale. Lots and lots of ginger ale. Friend’s of friends making me feel right at home. The Wedgie and the Reggie Deluxxx, put my southern stomach in a sunny place. However, the up and coming airport trip was not so inviting. Too short of a farewell, but a beautiful flight. If i could stay out west forever I would never complain again. I swear I can make it, I can do it. 

  The tour high has faded, and I’m back in my own bed. Everything is faded, I’m feeling faded. Color correction never was my forte. I will be the glue stick, the sticky tack, and the push pin that binds these coasts together if you just let me put my foot in the door.

Religious Girls, you were the perfect partners to adventure with.