More on the Midwest

I lived there for a year and then visited for about 3 consecutive summers. Everyone in CA sees my Kansas license plate, where I bought my car, and thinks I’m a Kansan and then proceeds to discount any ‘cool’ stories I have from there because to them it’s just a bumfuck nowhere state.

Wrong! I’ve met some of the most talented people there, some of the most heartbreakingly beautiful women, and attended parties I’d put in my top 10 list. How the fuck can you beat paying .75 cents of r a Miller High Life at a club?

One brilliant weekend we drove up to Minneapolis for a hip-hop festival. I half-assedly tried to find the apartment where Bob Stinson died while listening to The Replacements. I found some good record shops and ate way too much White Castle, in a good way. I must have fallen in love 6 times when I was there.

So, I’m just saying, everywhere rules and Everywhere is a place. But here is an ode to the midwest, a place in my heart, and to MPLS especially. And Kansas City. Fuck it. Everywhere.

ps- fuck the liquor laws though.