Sundance around my fried brain-holes...

It has been 3 strange days in this netherworld called Park City. I wonder constantly whether or not this place serves a purpose for the greater good of humanity. Five thousand dollar boots sit across the street from a film someone has spent there whole existence working towards. It's an interesting place, a perfect example of a lie that everyone is so super stoked about. It really is hollywood except it's fucking cold and you have to buy a license to drink a alcoholic beverage. My brain was so full of mush the last few days I don't think I have thought one properly coherent thought because of all the madness. All I really can think about is being in Hawaii, surfing, and then maybe getting a shave ice in the 70 degree temperature. This post has had no substance whatsoever.

I hate the fucking cold... fuck the cold, I was made for Hawaii...