Once all days were filled overflowing in free, freedom to do and be as independent as I could. Hour after hour reveling in the course of it thrilling thru my veins. I was alive, I was in the land of the free, home of the brave, I lived and thrived in a world permeated with that same fierce spirit of adventure, that had so utterly changed the globe, the continent, and myself. It breathed its vibrant winds of change, of progress, in almost every book i inhaled, greedy for the stories, the knowledge, an in a hurry to complete it, and open the next one's pages. Louis La'mour, even the Hardy Boys invigorated, inspired me in real visceral ways. Developing within a drive for anything and anywhere that a held challenged and a decided distance from help, society, from people with their already too tamed spaces to continually stoke the flames roaring within. The direction away from people ever the happiest times. As the years proceeded thru the teenage egg shelled logging booted dance of hormone and circumstance, those nearest me became my extended family, ever in their company if away the immediate family. We grew together, we came into our own together, an the memories made along our way, abound with evidence the spirit of the West, lived on. We craved adventure, activity, and the wild kind of experiences that only the stories worth telling contained. We filled our days, nights with such collective untamed exclusivity it became intrinsic to our egos and pride. We did the fun shit, the crazy shit in SoHum, and every one of us vibrated with it, we still do. Every one of us from the sticks and boonies, the pot holed and endless dusty (and likely to remain unpaved forever) back roads, behind the gates on a mountain, or in our handful of small towns, roamed this world like packs of vigilanty outlaws, ready with whatever was necessary to insure it all happened according to our standards. Fuck what the world disagreed, we do it our own way, and it works. How many years later have we come, and has that changed lessened or become compromised with any of us? Not a single fucking one. Never happen. We are who we are, and we're proud of it. And we come by it honest. It's just how we roll. Sohum, I fucking love you, every single one of you a part of that time, I wanted to be like you, I looked up to you, and I knew the only way to fit in was to be my self thru and thru. Seems thats how we all did it. I'm thankful for it. For all of it. For us. For you. Raise a pale ale, a bottle of crown, or burn one in honor it all, us all.
To SoHum.

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