Coming out of a nasty divorce it seemed like

Coming out of a nasty divorce it seemed like providence when I met Sal on an internet forum, someone I could confide in. I finally got up the nerve to road trip to Crazy Woman, WY

where the town's name slowly revealed itself to be 100% spot on. I met Sal at the only café in Crazy Woman, WY. We had pancakes. It was nice. I decided to stay a few extra days and

o-mat. Yeah, I was pumpin' & she was sudzin', so to speak. After work, Sal & I would meet out in the prairie under the big Wyoming sky at dusk & wish on the stars. "I wish you & I

lived in Washington so that we could smoke weed together." said Sal wistfully. "We can smoke weed in Wyoming too," I replied, whipping out a big fat doobie. The sky turned

purple. I toked the sweet smoke. Who knew milkweed could be so mellow? Sal then handed me a bowl of Goldenrod. We smoked weed right out of her front yard. "Dandelion?"

"Sometimes," she purred. I took another drag off the hand-rolled cig and then picked dried bits from between my teeth. "This is so much easier than mowing," I said smoothly.

"Mmmm...let the immigrants do it," she said, yawning and stretching, turning her body into mine. I took another drag and watched the sky, one arm around my purr baby and the other

Window was populated with drunks who had nothing better to do.

Except for one.