I’ve never been to North Dakota. I don’t know anyone from North Dakota. I don’t know if I’ll ever get to North Dakota, unless I get REALLY into Fargo on FX and decide that a cross-country trip on Interstate 94 is in the cards. I know that the University of North Dakota knows how to throw down, but my knowledge of the Roughrider State begins and ends there.
I do know, however, that the Bismark local news is amazing. Like this story about a 78-year-old Deadhead who waited until her twilight years to get inked with the band’s iconic dancing bears. I hope when I’m 78-years-old I can still drive myself to the tattoo shop to get “PLUR” tatted on my ass, along with an illustration of the Snapchat ghost rolling its balls off on molly and face-fucking the Tinder logo. I feel like that properly describes my generation.