Storm!
Stormy tonight. Stormy stormy stormy. A makeshift river is running down the hilly sidewalk below my building. On the radio, the Twins game has been superseded by dumbshit white people getting all excited about thunderstorm warnings and tornado swaths. Can't a dude get some damn baseball up in here?
Shit.
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- David Oppegaard
- St. Paul, Minnesota
- I am the author of And the Hills Opened Up, The Suicide Collectors, and Wormwood, Nevada.
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10 comments:
Sorry, man! I just turned off the rain faucet. Should be better now.
Thanks Rand. Twins win! Twins win!
Oh we can all sleep well tonight. Actually, the state of the twins don't usually wreck my sleep patterns.
Storms are fun. We had the wind and the rain, but not together.
It's the "TWINS!!!!" becca. not "the twins..."
The Olsen TWINS?
The Olsen TWINS?
Tonight, Friday Eve of Sat, St. Paul is under attack. I repeat, St. Paul is under attack.
Wait.
Those are fireworks.
It's worse than I thought...
Red Neck Patriots!
TWINS!!!
RED NECKS!!!
Mebbe summa my cousins from down in Jawja.
You know you REALLY should have come to the concert with us.
There was no rain, only drugs and rainbows and plastic unicorns.
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