‘Land of 10,000 smokes’ – the first book I see in the Museum of Anchorage as I ironically stumble into one of the girls that came home with my associate and I the night before. And by “home” I mean to the “trap house” that was owned by their male friend to sell various fun drugs out of. I ran to the trap with said male when the cab filled up. I kid you not, at 4am it was the darkest hour in the night and the sun was still glowing. The sun never set the whole time we were there. I ran through the wilderness at about a .24 BAC and animorphed into some native beast with the local drug lord we met that same night. Anchorage is a unique place.
Anchorage literally has no dress code. Nobody knows what temperature it is going to be and most people are too drunk to care about what they’re wearing anyway. I can only assume that 1/4 of people there has killed someone, but I still don’t know why I feel that way. EVEYONE has a tattoo or tattoos and most girls have a child; protection seems worthless in that state during the winter, I presume, because the “nothing can get worse” attitude is in full effect. The amount of custom license plates is also alarming but again, something I couldn’t figure out.
This town, for the most part, likes to get hammered and go on adventures. I think I love the last frontier. Alaska had a couple introspective moments, you should always feel something introspective in dense nature like that, but it was lighter than normal for me. Based on the fact that I was drunk, (I forgot where I was when the plane landed, for a second I thought we were going to Colorado.) I do remember going on a 30 mile bike ride and about 24 miles in being completely dehydrated and annoyed but alas! I see a gas station in the clearing of a scenic neighborhood. I think “I’m chugging the first drink I see when I get in there” and what is that drink you ask? A row of Coca-Cola cans that read “Share a Coke” with *insert my ex girlfriends name*” on them.
My soul felt something when, “No one knows what it’s like to be the bad man, to be the sad man, behind blue eyes. But my dreeeaaams, they aren’t as empty as my conscience seems to be. I have hours only lonely, but love is vengeance that’s never free.” I thank you *Ex girlfriend* because that gave me quite an internal laugh. I like to imagine the Sheryl Crowe cover version of that song playing when I rehash this seemingly life changing event now-a-days. Then I hopped back on my bike and rode into the distance. Anchorage will bring you full circle, it’ll open your eyes to some things and dig deep. Props to Alaska. Visit Anchorage.