I
went out last night as I’m accustomed to do on Thursday nights. I’m trying to
change my night out to Tuesday, but it seems Thursday won’t let me.
I’ve
been going to the same place for years, not because the people are nice, but because
the atmosphere is just weird enough to keep me entertained.
Last
night I met a man from Minnesota who was in town making a documentary on the
children of porno stars. It sounded interesting enough. We talked about Bob
Dylan, and I mentioned Rodriquez to him. He had never heard of Rodriquez. I
asked him about the sausage in Minnesota. I have a thing for sausage and any
chance I get, I’ll ask a mid-westerner about the sausage in their state. He told
me about a place called Klinker-hurst or Capiastan, I can’t remember, but it sounded like an Estonian country. That was my night, I talked about sausage
and porn, mixed in with a little music. Themes that follow me where ever I go. 
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