ode to Colin

Colin came to visit from a mysterious land across the sea. They fill him with beer, the best curry and theories about linguistics. He has the greatest student ID photo ever.

Bree and I take him to the zombie bar. I show him to the river. Kentucky born and raised, Colin came to Minneapolis over a decade ago because of a music video. He was on a couch at a crossroads. Prince was a sign. When he uses his redneck voice—dopey, lecherous—Bree and I pretty much die.

So much fun seeing you, C. Stay gold.