I went out one night to take pictures of restaurants and shops of goth/industrial interest, ended up stopping at an oyster bar. But they were out of oysters. Get it? So I had a strong drink on an empty stomach, Fate played the straight man, and the rest is pure legend, pure gold.

I shit you not, a Chinese dry-cleaner's on Hennepin, en route to Uptown.	I guess this hydrant seemed to be getting a cold?	A piece of paper on the ground reminds me where I am, where I come from.
Sk8r-boi in the foreground; Cap'n Broad in the rear. (Oh, I slay me.)	Everyone's favorite picture: the Late-Nite Bathroom Boogie. Thus starts the Lund's Expedition...	Look at all this jam! Who needs this much jam!?
Look at all these peppers! There isn't enough food in the store for all these condiments!	Look at all these freakin' eggs! ...Actually, I guess there's nothing unreasonable about an egg-kiosk.	"Stretching Curds Into Mozzarella": available on CDR wherever fine cheeses are sold.
"Yorkshire" tea, huh? I know one person who'd be interested in this...	Outside again: I notice the ceiling over the entryway to Calhoun Square is actually missing a large section of itself.	The new apartments on Lake St. and Emerson promise "sexy bathrooms". I have no curiousity as to what that entails. Zilch-nada.
Crab cakes at the Herkimer! Tasty, pricey, but not enough to fill me...	...so I'll get the Mini-Spini: corn chips and artichoke dip!	On the way home I discover someone's living room in an alley. Is it sad, or is it art?