I was born in Anchorage, Alaska but migrated to California when I was three years old (and before you ask, yes, I made the journey solo—I’ve always been a very industrious individual). Eager to reacquaint myself with Alaskan culture, I started watching Northern Exposure.
Ode to Ed Chigliak
Oh, Ed Chigliak, you blue-eyed Indian. You are my dreamboat.
I wish to run my hands through thine floppy 90s hair.
How I yearn to snuggle up to ye on an Alaskan night that lasts for days, to press my nose against thine ubiquitous leather jacket, to sniff. Aye, I will give thine jacket a thorough sniffing.
We shall eat cheeseburgers at The Brick and discuss'th the films of Peter Bogdanovich.
You will tell me about thine shaman lessons,
and I shall grow'th bored for a time.
But then we shall eat several more cheeseburgers, continue our Bogdanovich conversation from earlier, and alas, I shall smile at ye once again, Ed Chigliak, my dreamboat, my blue-eyed Indian.
