Sadberries.

Dear Arizona,

Within you, there is a tiny little town called Chloride, which contains a nifty little restaurant called Yesterday's. A little bit north of that you also contain my mother and her strange maze house. The plan was that when Josh's car becomes fully legal again, that we would drive into you, eat at Yesterday's and show Josh the quirky little town around it and the strange middle of nowhere area in which my mother's strange maze house resides.

Now thanks to your new weird law, Josh, who is a natural born citizen but brown and part bean, will not set wheel across your state lines. Oddly enough, he agrees with more of your law than I do, but he has no desire to carry around his birth certificate and does not yet possess a passport to prove the legitimacy of his brown ass.

I can't remember if your border stop is before or after the Hoover Dam, if it is before then I have more sadberries, because I still have not gone to the Dam with Josh either.

No love,
eris of pie