Conversations

In the past few days I’ve overheard various (slightly hilarious) conversations on the bus, street, and other venues. One instance, a bus driver and passenger were arguing over whether or not she, the passenger, would cook supper for him, the bus driver. He contested that he “was easy,” only needing “some lettuce, tomatoes, and some [...]

The Infamously Unfamous John Stevens

Before I explain why John Stevens is important, I must first explain his birth: When people are drunk, they can’t pronounce Guthrie. I thought it’d be in their best interest, and in mine, if people simply called me John. Easy to remember. Easy to pronounce. Can’t go wrong with that. The last name Stevens came [...]

What Will Be And What Has Been

The past week has gone by incredibly fast. Some night this previous week, friends of Melinda’s came to town. I met Jenn, Brandon and Matt. Jenn was born forty years too late. Her old soul would have lived in Golden Gate Park with flowers in her hair, covered in filth and loving every minute of [...]

Five-Second Impression

Tonight I had the wonderful opportunity to attend a house party in Winona. I knew only one person there, a co-worker, who I also happened to be in an all-star jazz band with my junior year. I went with Melinda. We walked in and met everyone. Names flew by too fast; I remembered only a [...]

Ten Dollar Haircut

I woke up this morning at 8.30, the earliest I’ve been up since Bonnaroo (you often wake in a pool of sweat by 9.30a), to go to a quarter-sale in Winona with Justin. I met him in Centerville and we were off. The quarter-sale was located in a Goodwill-esque building just outside the downtown. We [...]

Big Town Business

I had two separate and very different encounters with police tonight. The first was in Galesville around 10p. Melinda and I went for a walk from her house to the swinging bridge. Whilst walking through the parking lot, the Charger, driven by the dick-cop Brutose, pulled in. He stopped to question us; our names, our [...]

New Shoes

On a park bench near the Orpheum Theatre in Minneapolis, MN, a name-less man sat down between Gregg and I and began to complain about his broken cigarette and how cops stole his shoes and gave him navy blue prison-issued slippers and that he was homeless and that he was only knocking on a door [...]