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"You put on your boots, click into
your bindings, dust the snow off
your skis, and head out for the
chair, and it doesn't matter
that you failed a test, didn't
get the girl, or that your life is
on a one way trip down the shitter,
your world is right for the next
couple of hours!"
I was there. Yeah, it was called the '80s. Ford was President, Nixon was in the White House and FDR was running this country into the ground. I was bummin' in a hole-in-a-wall town in what is now called Utah. Some fella from Colorado shows up, starts making so called "improvements", right? Before we knew what hit us, the streets are running with late'. It got so bad that a fella that liked to, you know... smoke a little grass or drink a little ripple. Crow like a rooster, maybe challenge the mayor's son to a gentlemen's duel, was "uncouth, against God." More like bad real estate values. So we had to go!