Blog: My Old Kentucky Blog

My introduction to Kill City occurred at some point during the endless winter of 2001. Of course, all winters in Minnesota seem endless, but that year, even hardcore Minnesotans caught themselves gazing longingly at adverts for Florida vacation packages. I spent most of my nights slinging light beer to orthodontically challenged patrons at a suburban sports bar and mediating arguments over which band rocked harder, Styx or REO Speedwagon. I had one regular, Gilby the Dent Wizard, who split time between drowning himself in Johnny Walker Black and belittling what he considered to be [...]