A 10 day visit to Minneapolis is the equivalent of taking a meat tenderizer to my liver. It's like traveling to a distant world without the proper pressurized space suit. One side of my abdomen is visibly distended, my beard is noticeably burlier and I'm fairly confident that I lost some hearing at the Gay Witch Abortion concert. I've aged approximately 30 years...while living like a 17 year old.
I slept on a cat bed. I pounded a keg of Grain Belt. I was refused entry at numerous seedy establishments. I read the Exorcist...at my cabin. I drove a rented Grand Marquis. I saw a dog devour a rare vinyl record from the Pretty Things. I ate hot dogs, and gyros and chicken and biscuits. I blasted KQRS classic rock radio with one arm hanging out the driver's side window.
I lived a little, to say the least.
Art by buddy Mitch Acevedo.
1 comment:
Pretty Things?!
No!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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