I haven’t had the pleasure of visiting the great state of South Dakota, but because of the Liz Phair song of the same name, it’s long felt like a familiar place. You know how certain songs can bring you back to a particular moment in time? “South Dakota” takes me right back to being 19, heading to The Savannah College of Art in Georgia. I studied for a few semesters, but couldn’t really justify going into massive debt to learn how to paint, so I stopped going to classes and began working at a Hess Station pumping gas. I had my own little bullet proof hut and would work the early morning shifts. I took some night jobs waitressing and I sold my blood plasma at the hospital twice a month for extra cash. I thought this is Independence!
-- 00 --