Depression... Blessed and you're healed

Tonight fucking sucked. Twins... Twins... Twins...

First day walking through Wrig Town, jones wearing a Twins cap, offered him a beer. Bets said: This is too close to Boystown, but that's cool- jones didn't take it. Walking by the Newport on Southport, where it should be. Costellos was like that tonight.... Why? Why? Why?

Bitch Sux fans at Costellos. Cool, cool. They were at Tuman's- I was at Tuman's. I might've bought them a beer at Tuman's, while they were at the mercy of El Presidente. Before Cleo's. 2007 double header on the Southside, Morneau hits 1500 (low estimate) RBI in a double header. Best way to leave... in a sour way. Go Twins.

That perfect sunlight hits the North Side. Walking by the stadium in the winter. Touching something that is alive. Guthrie's on a cold night. Bad food, pricey beer, a porch to smoke, room enough for all your friends. Friends, friends, friends. Best times, best times, best times.

I just texted Ho: i dot thnk i couln live anyhere besides the nrthsid. These are stale cigarettes from last year. Chris texted that he's having twins, moving back to Chicago-can't get hold of him. He's teaching his kids to be Stealers fans. Please grow up Twins fans, please grown up Twins fans. Best fans in the world.

Ma is watching us do bar tricks at the Port, Irish Carbombs, and then advises where to pee in front of Northwestern Hospital park prior to going to the Blue Stem. Let me get back to St. Paul.

Ohn says something, two years ago on Marshfield, after the Bears lost, like: there is a saying we have, "There is Always Next Year". He used full caps to make it feel more poignant than the Jamison, on the rocks, Audra left an hour ago at Costellos that I drank.

Then I walked out the door.

Til next year.

Fuck.