The River, the Railroad Bridge, and the Man with a Knife

The River, the Railroad Bridge, and the Man with a Knife

The air was so cold that it felt like my lungs would crack when I breathed. We were rushing from the car into the street. Four white-trash, teenage punks on a Friday night rampage. Out onto the icy blacktop of our Central Minnesotan wasteland. Into the freedom of...
Fart Blossom – School Bus Rides of Arctic Dread

Fart Blossom – School Bus Rides of Arctic Dread

The end of the quarter-mile driveway from our farmhouse in the winter was the most desolate place on earth, and I stood there every weekday waiting for the school bus. A little boy in my blue snowmobile suit listening to the wind blow hard against the telephone wires....
Your story is the most important story you know.

Your story is the most important story you know.

The year I was born was the same year The Rolling Stones released “Exile On Main Street”. I emerged into the world at a hospital in Bemidji, Minnesota. They told my mom I was dead when I was born. Discovering I was alive, my parents named me after a...