Even the baseball team doesn’t have any twins. Maybe they should go track down Jose and Ozzie Canseco.
I’m just being facetious, of course; I have never watched a Twins game and I know what the Minn/St Paul nickname is really all about. I guess the toughest thing about being in a big new city like this, though, is that I have no idea where anything is or what I can get myself into on the cheap. I’m trying to vastly roll back my drinking habit, so bars have suddenly become much less enticing, though I may head down to BW3’s tomorrow to watch the games and eat some parmesan garlic boneless wings… stuff is pure heaven.
What I need to know are those places you can go and hang out and lose yourself for a few hours but you don’t have to go broke to do it. I’m talking record stores, bookstores, head shops, local rock shows, art galleries, open air markets, dives with good burgers… Where do people talk politics out here? Who can help me out? I’ve got a buddy, a sleeper agent named Erik Hess, that has offered to show me around in the past. I think I’m going to have to take him up on it.
The alternative is to sit here complacent, and all that does is make me miss Kristin more. It’s not exactly a secret that she’s better at this distance thing than I am and I really need distractions to keep me from worrying that she’s going to get bored or get swept off her feet, which is ridiculous after over eight years together but I never claimed to be perfect and I’m doing my best to do my best.
If you think I’m out of my mind, imagine being 22 with no job, no money, no hope, no will to try… and one day, out of nowhere, you meet the girl that’s going to make you want to succeed because she changed your mind that love was a myth and that you’d wake up in the morning with an actual smile on your face someday. Imagine going from 60 to 120 in 3.2 seconds without even being in a car, because we’re talking BPM, not MPH… my heart was beating out of my chest and it still does and all this success I have today is hers. It wouldn’t have happened any other way.
She likes to disagree but she’s modest. I know where I’d be without her… still working at Cedar Point, cynical about love and life and leading myself down the same dead end because I thought it was the only road I was qualified to travel.
Slam poetry. That’s what I need. Is there slam poetry in Minneapolis? Someone like Eric Darby or G. Watsky or something like that… the positive stuff, the insightful and thought-provoking stuff. If you’ve seen this, tell me where I can. It’s the best kind of distraction.
Either that or twins.