This is Kristin's birthday. She turned 31. We went out to breakfast, and napped next to a patch of grass. We looked in the shops downtown, and bought almost nothing.
I tried to find a promised spot on BLM land outside of town, but was only able to chip the windshield and punch the steering wheel instead.
Back to Walmart. There's nothing wrong with Walmart, and you're free to drink a lot of wine. You're free to smoke your choice from three kinds of pot you bought downtown. You're free to dance in the van, and so far I haven't found anybody to stop me.