It may or may not have been because Paris Hilton was in town..., but one of our old locals decided to finally drop the bomb on us. Thankfully we didn't blow up, and who knows, as my good friend Danny recently pointed out, there could still be simmering explosives somewhere in our fine little mountain village. Anyways, pity that Gucci and all the other fine luxury stores of ours made it through unscathed. Well at least nobody was hurt. Jim Blanning, the perpetrator of this crime, poor man, couldn't seem to accept the greedhead takeover of his little hometown. It seems to have driven him insane. Guess he never got that acceptance thing. I'm working on it myself. No point being pissed off. It is what it is. Decided to jump off the train that goes around in circles, along the base of the great mountain. Time to get on the stair-master, the escalator, time to start climbing again. Let's trudge. Aloha.
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