As the season changes and the inevitable nomadic shift occurs, I find myself lonely, determined, inspired and apprehensive. Yes, I've survived Slab summers before. Doesn't make it suck any less. I could sure use some internet penpals to help keep my wits.
Went to a nude beach on the Columbia river and bar hopped with @Geraldo! What a great way to spend a Tuesday. Now I'm spending the day resting in the parking lot of dope truck stop that has a karaoke bar in it. Life fucking rules.
Went out to try busk downtown Whitehorse, didn't get very far before being accosted by some new friends and thrown on stage. I bought two beers, drank about a hundred and had money almost literally thrown at me, and I got to drink Yukon Jack while listening to a band called Yukon Jack while in the Yukon. I also tried to start a moshpit at a karaoke bar.