Ok, so here's the first post from Montana, and it comes on my twenty-first birthday...it's really not a very exciting moment.

But let's talk about Montana. I really need to get it off my chest.

Ok, so if you thought Missoula, Montana was really really far away from Des Moines, guess what? You're absolutely right it is. I drove 12 hours on Friday. And on Saturday, I still had like 6 more hours to go. Wyoming and South Dakota are the definition of NOTHING.

So I get here, and if you live in Missoula and you don't have a gambling problem, welcome to the minority. There's a casino on every streetcorner here, and if you don't want to walk that far, there's one in the middle of every block too. It's goddamn scary. Chris Hale told me today that if you have a liquor license in Montana, you get a license to have a casino too.

Y'know what? I'm sick of this rant. Maybe I'll come back to it later.

This has been one lonely, depressed KL Snow.