Monday, May 15, 2006

They came, they saw, they drank.

Like marauding vikings, my friend Maria and her pal Zoe descended upon Washburn last weekend looking for love. And booze.

Instead, they found Freedom. And pills. And oh yeah, some booze, too.

(Actually, they were just pill bottles. No pills. I don't know why there are empty prescription pill bottles all over the streets of Washburn. But there are. That's just how Washburn rolls.)

P.S. If I ever get a tattoo, I'm getting an anchor like Maria's got. And then we'll walk the streets of Duluth, telling people that we're longshoremen (longshorewomen?).

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