I’m writing this from Meadow Vista, California, USA, which is 15 minutes down Interstate 80 from Auburn, which is 1.5 hours down 80 from Sacramento. 80 spans the continental United States.
Meadow Vista is a very small town with a grocery store, a pizza place that doubles as the only place you can buy beer, a hardware store, a gas station, a coffee shop, and like three other little stores that are constantly going in and out of business because all Meadow Vista really needs is groceries, pizza, beer, and tools, and the freeway can bring them what they don’t need.
I got money for Christmas; tomorrow I hit the mall.
I saw National Treasure at the new Regal Cinemas tonight, and it was actually pretty good.
Last night I watched Varsity Blues, stoned and drunk, with my brother and his friends, one of whom used to be the star quarterback at Colfax High, which is in Colfax, which is 15 minutes down 80 in the other direction.
My brother said the high school in Varsity Blues reminded him of Colfax, because both towns worship the football team like gods. I said that always weirded me out, forgetting the star quarterback seated to my right.
[awkward silence]
“I thought it was pretty cool.”
The star quarterback is a really really nice guy.
I’m writing this from Mainstream America. I usually write from Portland, OR. Very different places, but people are cool here too.
Now, why is everything so fucked up?
