Downtown Bowel

"Downtown Owl," by Chuck Klosterman. Read it. It's brilliant.

I swear I could have been reading about Walworth, complete with the ignorant senior citizens sharing their misinformed opinions at Ray's Pitstop, the embellished football stories of old, and the drug and alcohol abuse.

I can say with 100% certainty that Chuck Klosterman is a superb writer with a refreshingly honest perspective.

Favorite Quotes:

"We all believe that we are a certain kind of person, but we never know until we do something that proves otherwise, or until we die."

"What she said: 'What kind of play was it? I used to watch the Packers with my dad. Was it a flea-flicker? I love flea-flickers. If I were a football coach, my team would run a lot of flea-flickers. The flea-flicker would be the key to our offense.'
What she was attempting to convey through means that made no sense: By espousing an exaggerated affinity for a specific NFL gadget play, I am displaying an awareness of how football is played (which is central to the conversation we are presently conducting) along with a willingness to watch football on television (in case that quality is important to you when looking for a romantic partner). However, by playfully claiming that I would employ said ludicrous gadget play all the time (were I somehow an NFL offensive coordinator), I am indicating that I'm still a girl in the traditional, conventional sense and no threat to you masculinity. It's win-win."