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so i left nasty ol asheville a while ago. and as soon as we got 20 miles westa' town, i felt like a real person again, and not as much of the insecure weirdo that i am there. me and casper and jade spent the first while of the drive talking about how that place is cursed and just makes everyone strange and sad. im in renville minnesota, hangin out post beet harvest. that was the most epic short job ive ever had. fuckin 16 straight 12 hour days. all freaked out cause you feel like youre this work machine, cause all you ever do is work, sleep, wake up, drink coffee, go back ta work, sleep...etc. the piling site is this dusty old barren wasteland, kinda like a moonscape, or some post-apacalyptic desert world, covered in mountains of beets. soo crazy. renville is this tiny quiet farm town, that blows up every october with this influx of punks, oogles, junkies, weirdos and alcoholics. they think we're gypsies, which we are. they love us or they hate us, and they get really sad when they find out we dont travel together all year. we were about 40 deep, staying at this abandoned barn just outside of town. we had an army of dogs, walls fulla rats, and fires every night. the place is surrounded by the creepiest corn fields ever, so we worked really hard trying to freak each other about ghosts and aliens and coyotes. but now its over til next year. which is rad, cause its getting cold, and im not really feelin the small town life. but im punk rock wealthy, and i have all kinds of crazy schemes about what to do with all this money. sailboat? school bus? trips? tattoos? ill be living in minneapolis the next few months. come visit!