My Kind of Town

800 miles later, I have returned to the land of p[aw]lenty, physically and financially depleted but spiritually rejuvenated to be sure. It had been too long since I had enjoyed myself for days at a time without regard to any of the greater worries of the world that may occur outside my immediate perception. It rocked. I can see why so many people live their entire lives this way (“why,” but certainly not “how”). Wouldn’t it be wonderful to return to child-like innocence? What if all I knew was that Daddy B*sh was looking out for me? What if I could live in blissful ignorance of the atrocities committed at Daddy’s workplace as long as he made a show of scaring away the monsters under my bed each night while Uncle Ridge posts M-16-toting National Guardsmen outside my door to keep more from coming in and installs a color-coded Spongebob nightlight to warn me if they do? Just makes you feel all cozy and warm inside doesn't it?

Anyway, cheers to the Mpls Ex-pats in Chicagoland. Esp; Larso for putting me up, and Greta for putting up with me. So long, and thanks for all the Bell’s.