The unfortunate side of having an angel for an English teacher is that I've got a higher standard. I'm having writer's block of the worst kind. My recounting of Yellowstone as a child is falling flat, the first five sentences are at least. When every word is supposed to be put there to serve a specific purpose, the choosing becomes tricky.

So I gave up and I've been watching September 11 picture montage's and crying in bed. But I can't think of anything good to write about that either.

Gold teeth and a curse for this town.