visited champaign this weekend after nearly an year. the pitchforkers descended en masse for the pygmalion music fest. should’ve gone to see julia holter at the red herring but i was half passed out in the back of a pickup truck under an almost full moon. what appeared to be a twelve year old white kid yelled “your skin is the color of my poop” on a sunny morning as he passed me by in a car to the cheers of the rest of his family. had a riot at the movies watching characters discuss asymmetrical prostates.