A Primer on Arizona: Part One.

I love Arizona. I was born and raised in this state, Arizona. A state of mind more than a location, my earliest perceptions of my home was not far from those shared by many outsiders, looking in on a bastion of defiance and stubborn refusal of conformity. From our timezones to the outdated views of many of our population, Arizona can appear as a place that is simply content to be itself, warts and all. And it is those imperfections, that although at times embarrassing, serve as a constant reminder of the state's promise. As any wide-eyed first time visitor will undoubtedly proclaim, with a naivety that strangely hits the nail squarely on the head, Arizona is the wild west. Thus, it's charm, and singularly the reason I love it so.

For as much shit as I talk about AZ, I really do have a strong place in my heart for this chunk of earth. When I first met Jen in 2013 I had literally closed on my second home just hours prior, ensuring that we would end up living in Arizona, for at-least some period of time.

For those of you who know Jen and I well, you know that we have only had one real point of friction in our relationship. You guessed it, Arizona. A now four year long argument that bears no signs of slowing down, no signs of resolution. It's a healthy argument, and one that we've grown to know as a part of who we are as a couple, as partners. Eventually, I know I will lose the war. I try to lose in a way that doesn't end with my balls being sequestered to a mason jar under our kitchen sink. This is a story that begins with one such battle, a battle that begat a true war.

A war the Arizona judicial system now refers to as

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Justin and Jennifer Gray vs Pinnacle Paradise Homeowners Association (PPHOA).

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