My Own Private Idaho


Journeying Into The Wonderful Unknown...At 80 MPH

Last week, disillusionment was in vogue...So I took a holiday. Where to go to escape it all? I highly recommend Preston, ID. My Napolean Dynamite obsession knowing no bounds (was filmed in Preston), I departed to this remote region of the Gem State on Thursday. During my travels, I observed many fantastic oddities...paramount of which was the town of Jerome, ID...A town named for the state's only black resident. Kidding aside, the drive through the wide open spaces was therapeutic...Unlike the hours of rants I experienced from Dr. Laura and her ilk via talk radio.
Preston itself remains unblemished by the outside world...Probably much like the Shire before it was scoured. Here a man may watch a film at the theater, fill himself with sweets, and wash it down with a soda all for 5 bucks. Had the pleasure of viewing Dynamite with the locals and learned many curious facts (The tether-ball pole is at an elementary school! No wonder I couldn't find it at the high school). All in all was a delightful adventure...Would like to thank the good people of Idaho for their hospitality. They are not the neo-Nazi wack-jobs that the media led me to believe.



Douche Larue


Building Permits Required!? Too many rules in Preston for a maverick like me to settle down.

Posted: Tue - September 14, 2004 at 11:28 PM        

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