Where the Wild Things Are

I'm not sure what kind of problem this is...first world, third world, imaginary world.... but I just want all yalls to know that while in Alaska I may not have met the Alpacapillar but I had many other encounters that has caused me to grow as a person and as a consumer of bloody marys. 

We have nothing to fear but the destruction of the human race via alpacaflys. Better click in your imaginary seatbelts ladies and gentlemen. Because I have been to a place where dreams are crushed, and I have lived to blog my tales.