Common Cures

A cure for midsummer jitters, feeling the great youth I hold fade away, I revisited a place only reserved for youthful curiosity and novelty. A place that, at first glance, does not bleed any sense of the new.

The Metrodome. A Twins game.

Seeing cookie-cutter pinstripers and navy chic, indulging in the lowest common denominator for alcohol consumption (Miller/Bud), and screaming that, yes, I'm trying to rock you (but can the players feel my rock? I'd assume they'd throw me out of the dome for doing so.), I felt young. I was with friends from my youth, talking about youth.

Who knew a cure for depression was a healthy dose of hot dog, Genuine Draft, and the Wave?



Scissor Sisters -- "Return to Oz"