Farewell Pearl

There's a man going 'round, taking names...

I love Utah, I'm missing it like crazy, it's comfortable. My valley, reminds me of being in a sweet fort as a little kid. You know? I miss it that much. As I near my one year mark (officially september 5th) I'm invariably drawn to a few conclusions, they are as follows...

I've lost a lot of my creativity. Or feels like I have.

College money!!!

Phew, didn't get shot. Yet.

I'm never leaving Utah again when I get home.

They'll bury me and fill my grave with dirt from Green Canyon.

The weather is better in Utah, this place feels like a sweaty armpit.

And smells like it too.

Motorcycle, check.

Car, check.

When I drive around I pretend like I'm driving around Cache Valley.

Ah, there's the island... First Dam is up the road there...

I think I'm gonna start doing that with everything.

"Owen, where are you?"

"I'm in Utah."

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Oh utah, how do I love thee...

Ah man...

I never finish anythi