Mostly, I remember, we talked about Alaska. I'm from there, you'd spent one summer there with your brother, just before you guys got the Meat Puppets going. We traded bear stories and salmon stories and Matanuska Thunderfuck stories, and spent about 15 minutes on the color of the glaciated Kenai River, which we eventually agreed is precisely the same as that of a defunct Baskin-Robbins flavor called Daiquiri Ice. I wonder if you remember any of this. I wrote down what you said on the back of two of my own business cards.
Tundra is so fuckin' cool.
I'd get up in the morning and get out of the tent and just start running on the tundra. Just run and run, until I was gasping. Then I'd just sit down in the middle of all that space and breathe and not think about shit. The band worked, and you never went back. You seemed to regret that.