once apon a time in Telluride...
Its hot here, i need to get up to the mountains to hang out, i think i'll do that tomorow afternoon. im sitting in the dark with the air conditioner blasting, trying to get through the hottest part of the day without my dog whining to take her out. my plan is to keep her asleep untill its dark then sick her loose on unsuspecting squirrels.
anyway, in the spirit of keeping this damn thing going i thought i would make a post today, i know its worthless, full of mindless information, but you read it anyway.
whoever you may be.
i leave you with a story from some old man named Trey about another old man named Jon one night in Telluride in the late 80's
"...you leave the town, and walk toward the mountain in the distance. assume that you'll be back by 10 oclock. walk farther into the distance, naively thinking that you can climb the mountain. climb the mountain before you. Pay no heed when your two friends each eat a hit of acid. walk over the moutain and decide that you'll cut back the long way by the cabin. Climb down towards the beautiful valley below with the pretty flowers growing everywhere. 0H NO! realize theres a 2000 foot cliff in front of you. start to SHIT YOUR PANTS as the sun goes down! decide its time that you too should eat a hit of acid. Turn around and realize that you have to climb ALL THE WAY BACK UP THE MOUNTAIN! start climbing up the mountain, BUT WAIT ITS TOO DARK AND YOU MIGHT FALL! REALIZE THE OTHER THREE MEMBERS OF THE BAND ARE MAKING ABSOLUTE FOOLS OF THEMSELVES PLAYING A JAZZ ODYSSEY! finally make it to the top of the mountain and realize that you HAVE TO BE BACK AT THE BAR IN THE NEXT TEN MINUTES! And realize theres only one thing left that you can do...
you gotta run like an antelope out of controll. "
anyway, in the spirit of keeping this damn thing going i thought i would make a post today, i know its worthless, full of mindless information, but you read it anyway.
whoever you may be.
i leave you with a story from some old man named Trey about another old man named Jon one night in Telluride in the late 80's
"...you leave the town, and walk toward the mountain in the distance. assume that you'll be back by 10 oclock. walk farther into the distance, naively thinking that you can climb the mountain. climb the mountain before you. Pay no heed when your two friends each eat a hit of acid. walk over the moutain and decide that you'll cut back the long way by the cabin. Climb down towards the beautiful valley below with the pretty flowers growing everywhere. 0H NO! realize theres a 2000 foot cliff in front of you. start to SHIT YOUR PANTS as the sun goes down! decide its time that you too should eat a hit of acid. Turn around and realize that you have to climb ALL THE WAY BACK UP THE MOUNTAIN! start climbing up the mountain, BUT WAIT ITS TOO DARK AND YOU MIGHT FALL! REALIZE THE OTHER THREE MEMBERS OF THE BAND ARE MAKING ABSOLUTE FOOLS OF THEMSELVES PLAYING A JAZZ ODYSSEY! finally make it to the top of the mountain and realize that you HAVE TO BE BACK AT THE BAR IN THE NEXT TEN MINUTES! And realize theres only one thing left that you can do...
you gotta run like an antelope out of controll. "
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