I spent a good seven years serving time in Bozeman, Montana. If you haven't ever lived there, you could trust me when I say, it is a lovely place to visit. . . but living there is a major pain in the ass.
I mean, maybe if my parents were rich and funding me, I would have found my seven odd years there infinitely more pleasant, but not so. It is one expensive yuppie ass place. Plus the dating scene there is about like fighting for a bouquet at a sorority chick wedding. I guess it is a good thing that I got the f- out of there, I have a deep love and appreciation for sleepy little H-Town.
One of the highlights of my day to day existence living in Bozeangelas was to read the police reports. I despised the Chronic, but lived for reading the blotter. I have a sneaking suspicion that Conan O'Brien writes the blotter. I have laughed so hard at that report, I almost peed. When I moved away, I tried to keep up with my favorite author, but then the Chronic went through a phase where they would only allow subscribers to read the on-line version. I was so deeply hurt by this betrayal, I swore off it forever, besides, I couldn't handle the uber conservative b.s. headlines.
Okay, so what is the point of all of this rambling? Um, this. Brilliant!
The Best of the Bozeman Chronicle Police Reports.
You would have thought I found a cookie under my desk, I was so excited to see this. I tell you what that New West is a gold mine! GOLD MINE!
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