shock.

I need to take a second.
I had a bunch of really rude, ignorant things written down. But I deleted them.

My trip home was great. A week in Elko felt like an eternity away from SLC. I swear I'm still having trouble getting back into the groove of working and remembering exactly what my job duties are... it's been two weeks.

Being back home, was kind of strange.
I loved every moment of it don't get me wrong. I didn't have a bad moment there.
It just got me thinking about a lot.
My father was talking (only in theory at this point) about buying a piece of land in the middle of rural Nevada and starting a little homestead for him, my mom and 3 cats. And I was welcome to join, he told me.

As we flew over a Battle-Bourne state, we kept our eyes open and searched the foothills, a place near a stream and at the foot of the rolling hills nestled in trees.

We saw the perfect spot.
A area with level ground, tucked at the base of a foothill through which there was a flowing stream. All of it shaded by trees.
There was even a small airstrip with an area for a plane about my dad's size (Cessna SkyHawk II, a piece from the late 70s I believe is what my dad told me) to be able to turn around, take off, land.
I can't even make that up.

As we flew passed we talked about how incredible it would be to set up at that spot. But we knew damn well it had to some lucky bastards camp for hunting season.

My mom and I would talk in the time my dad didn't have me helping him with the list of projects he had made while I was away. She showed me small spiders, made of bead and wire, a "new pinterest find" of hers. We went over her many beads and tools that she uses when she makes her crafts. Lanyards, keychains, necklaces, bracelets. Between the things my dad (wind chimes, hobo stoves, cups made using old beer bottles and so many other little projects) and my mom make, I think they'd stand up as serious competition here in Salt Lake. But I can never convince them to bring some of their wares  to the city and sell them.
They'd rather give them away.

My friends and I went to a house party, the host was an old friend from high school. There weren't that many people, which is fine. The host and some friends of his were DJing the party, while others sat around and we played pool. Tj insisted we "get turnt the fuck up" and he proceeded to feed me Cognac, which was fine. We were in Elko, Nevada and all and one does tend to get pretty goddamn hammered while they are there. Justin, Tj and I hung around the table while TiAnne and Winni set off to socialize. I love watching these two work the room, make the rounds to everyone but still end up where they started, not forgetting us.
It was a good night.


"I bet you can't steal that pool cue."
"How about I steal that pool cue and this hand chalk," I said, sliding the chalk into the inside of my jacket leaving obvious white streaks on my shirt and jacket. "I'll see you in like 5 minutes."

"Hey so you know how I stole that stuff earlier?"
"Yeah," Cj grunted.
"Well check this shit out," I said pulling a bottle of lighter fluid out of my jacket. "I was going to take the barbecue grill, but then I saw this. I got them sticky fingers man, you gotta get me home."

We did a pretty good job of setting the gutter in front of a cantina on fire. The metal bench in front of the furniture store didn't take so well, which really didn't make a whole lot of sense to drunk us.
"It's liquid and flammable, what in the fuck."
We got bored and decided to get Jack-in-the-Box and Trevor was nice enough to come get us, thank god.


This trip to Elko wasn't weird.
It just made me miss being home.