Pomona, I Take It All Back

Every hurtful thing I said about you,  I didn't mean a word of it.  "Way hotter than any place should actually be" is lies.  I would take your heat any time.  "Giant middle finger."  More like a pinkie at best.  Your slender lady fingers may caress my skin any time.  "Rude welcome."  Hardly, more like a welcome surprise.

Dearest Pomona, I had to see Phoenix today and I realized the error in the way I spoke about you.  Phoenix is the one I hate.  Phoenix is hotter, dirtier and more parking lot-ier than you, dearest Pomona.  I miss your soft grassy field under my shoes, for the asphault of Phoenix is far less forgiving.  I miss your 100+ degree temperature, for the 110+ degree temperatures are far, far less forgiving.  

Please Pomona, forgive me.  Let's reunite and put aside all the fighting.  My harsh statements were clearly meant for Phoenix.  I apologize and look forward to our next encounter.

(A note to Phoenix Warped attendees:  The above love letter in no way reflects my feelings for you, only the weather pertaining to your beloved city.  I have a deep seeded love for the people of Arizona that has a track record dating back to at least the Tucson date of the AP Tour.  Seriously though, the heat in your state is nothing short of ridic.)

xoxoChrisAtAP