So, I'm in Fargo and I'm at this bar, my friend Duster's favorite watering hole and I'm making the rounds, friends, enemies, conversation, sizing the place up, trying to get my fill of Fargo and feel it out... and I've already got a boy who hates me, it's his birthday and I bought him a drink, but it doesn't matter and he keeps calling me a bitch. Tom, he's my favorite member of the crowd and he's 22 and wearing a sweater, which I comment on: it's his sister's. He borrowed it. It's red and fits him and his radiant feminine side perfectly. So I tell Tom to come with me, back to Duster's house: we leave him there and I borrow his keys because he said he likes hip-hop and asop rock and I tell him he's got to listen to this guy from the twin cities, P.O.S.. And so, we get to the apartment and I put the head-phones on his head and he likes it. Asks if the guy is black or white, I say "black, but he runs with lots of white kids" cause Tom thinks he sounds white. And so that conversation ends and we're on the porch and I'm smoking a Marlboro menthol and Tom is telling me he lives in golden valley for a year and went to an art school and I say really, when? Did you know a guy named Stef? "Yeah, he pierced my tongue before they kicked him off campus for piercing so many kids, he was cool." -- "Yeah," I say "meet P.O.S.."
Only in the midwest.
Posted by jackie colburn at October 5, 2005 05:55 AM