but I've already left Oregon.
So I'm stuck in Purgatory.
Didn't think it existed?
Oh, it does.
It's called the Salt Lake City "International" Airport.
I did my best to get out of here for somewhere better,
but all they did was give me a ticket to Helena, Montana.
Because there's no flights to Minneapolis tomorrow,
or tuesday, either.
Wednesday?
Hmmmmm,
I'll take my chances in Helena.
Meryl and I once stayed at a commune there for a few days,
so if I disappear,
I'll be tattooing off of car batteries up in the mountains.
The second to last day I was in Grants Pass,
I did this birdhouse tattoo on Jaxun.
He sat really well for a REALLY long time.
And on the ribs? Nice.
And you know what?
It it wasn't for him,
I wouldn't have decided to head west,
and I wouldn't have asked Mary for a recommendation,
and she wouldn't have set me up with Jeff.
So thanks Jaxun,
I couldn't be more appreciative for starting up this crazy chain of events.
So I'll either be in Minneapolis sometime tomorrow,
or starting to grow out my hair somewhere off the grid in the mountains of Montana.
Only time will tell.
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