For a dark Twitter feed, the moments in Montana politics that make it a job of highs and lows:

At my 1st rally: Tiny, grandmotherly woman asks “You that politician?” then sucker punches me in the mouth. Bc the genetically modified wolves the govt brought from Alaska! she says.

In my sister's bsmt (where'd I'd been staying to save $ during legislative campaign):

Knocks on my door Election Day morning, hands me cup of coffee, says she has never truly known pride in another person until seeing me walk a first-time voter through how to register to vote.

In a voter's home, while canvassing in the snow:

He hands me a loaded gun.