Holy Crap. I just flew over the weirdest freaking country. It's like this big endless yard without any towns and all these square shapes and circle shapes, and a man sitting beside me was FROM THERE and he said the circle shapes are for irrigation and the square shapes were wheat fields, and he had on black jeans a flannel shirt and a trucker hat BUT HE WAS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM YOU OR ME!!! He said he lived on a place where Onna clear day, man can see forty mile in ev'ry direction--yeah, it's our own little piece a heaven.
Now I'm in this country's airport, and it's weird too-- It's a big shopping mall, only the disembodied voice of the bitchiest girl you ever dated keeps saying:
Threat condition has been raised to orange. Please be aware of the increased threat, and report any suspicious bags or suspicious behavior to an employee or Law Enforcement Officer.
I don't know why this country is so afraid of orange, but I'm a little scared because I'm eating this German chocolate bar my grandma gave me -- and it has orange jelly filling! I'm not sure what they will do if they catch me.
Still, some of the habits of these people are interesting, from an anthropological standpoint. It seems their language has evolved from ours--but with subtle differences. For example, what we call "nine thirty," they call "seven thirty." And what we call "a beer that should obviously cost three dollars, and that's why I didn't fucking ask the bartender how much it was" they call "That'll be 8 bucks."
Yes, they are a curious people, these "Americans." I would love to devote more time to their research, perhaps obtaining a few specimens for later study, but I'm afraid I'm exhausted and the only things keeping me going are Franny and Zooey Anacreon, Starbucks and the song "Because the Night." So I'm going to go buy a cup of coffee, turn on my iTunes, and decide whether I want to read more Sallinger or play more game. See you in Oregon everybody!
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