After a year of eating dinner from a vending machine, manic off-hours multitasking and more whining than any one person should ever be allowed, I’m finally getting out of dodge.

In 24 hours, I’ll be in Trout Creek Montana, which–according to the 2000 census–has population of 261. My family is enormous, and the Ward Family Reunion ‘08 will more than double the town. Trout Creek should be terrified. I should be terrified.

But I’m about to stuff some SPF 70 and bug repellent in a suitcase and hit Big Sky country. When I come back next week, the whole new shipment of tattoo tees that have been on back order since the Father’s Day rush will have arrived. So if I owe you a shirt, my friends, it’s coming soon.

That is, of course, barring any major epiphanies. I’ve once before (junior year of high school) changed the course of my life (switched intended majors in college) because of sitting on a dock at night near a lake in Montana, watching bats feed on bugs and turtles slipping off logs (true story). I’m almost afraid that the serenity, clean air and lack of celebrity bloggers will make LA seem that much more absurd to return to.

When I get back, more details on that August 16 art show. Calendars: mark ‘em. Tattoo shirts: coming soon.

Until then,

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