Bowl Of Stuff

And now an open letter to the city of Minneapolis.

Dear usually beloved city that I live in,

Today you made me a left-wing-hippy-liberal-freak. Though it hadn't fully sunk in when we received the letter that our several hundreds year old tree was going to be torn down (quite possibly due to shock), I did note at the time that your damage to said tree with a PICK AX did not help the health of the tree.

Now, one week latter, I come home to see a giant gaping hole in the tree line where the only shade that covers two houses to either side plus my own. The moment where I am sure my hispanic tanned face became more white than my caucasian baby's mama's was about the same moment your evilness was finally revealed to me.

I hate you Minneapolis and your two faced ways. You can go jump off the Hennepin Ave bridge into the turbines below to get chopped up, much as you did to my tree.

Thanks for nothing,

A pissed off Wolfie