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I am completely convinced that it doesn't matter where you live or what you do as long as you keep yourself surrounded by good people who inspire and push you. One of my best friends for life, Chris(topher?), just moved out here to work with me this summer. We sterilize oil wells and spray weeds. And also melt faces with our music. At the same time, we haven't actually played a single song together all the way through since high school. Which was actually a while ago.

It's both awesome and confusing that he's here--the only reason I imagine him ending up in Provo is because it is exactly the opposite of what anyone would expect him to do--but I have to say, it's good to have an old friend around. It's sort of like coming back to a book you read a long time ago that rekindles your enthusiasm for reading. His being here adds a little quirkiness to hanging out with my friends up here: Jefe (the boss), Lauren (pronounced LAW-ren), and my roommates.

It would be nice if M. "Mali" M. decided to come back for the summer. She's Lichtenstein's WHAAM. Turner's sunset. Twain's twang.

Here's to good times with good friends.