NUT RUN (for all my small town honeys)

FROM May 25, 2004

amazing email from my friend Marie, who grew up with me in Wyoming, but now holds it down in Severance, Colorado:

"Severance is just like 8 miles east of Fort Collins. The
population sign says 106, but there are like a couple-thou hicks there now,
I think. There are two liquor stores, a gas station, and a 'world famous' bar
called Bruce's where they serve Rocky Mountain Oysters, and every September, seven thousand bikers show up for the annual 'Nut Run'.

At least it is not Fort Collins, which is so saturated with green-preaching, black-living yuppies that anywhere is better. Fort Collins, and more and more Colorado in general, is like a cloud noir of anti-matter that sucks culture in and destroys it. There is not one goddamn radio station in this town that plays any decent indie music, except the college station, and even then you have to root through 6 hours of Lagwagon throwing up Pennywise after having some bad NOFX for lunch in order to find a song worth listening to."