Soapbox

Have you ever been to the midwest? No, not the wild west and not Chicago either (it’s too close to Canada). I’m writing to you from front and center. If you’ve had a layover at MCI, you might think Kansas City would be a cowtown full of nothing aside from people who speak with a deep-south accents and sip on iced tea in a diner all day. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. We’ve got a thick art scene and decent music. Mostly, the PBR is $.75 a glass on Thursdays, we are well educated in drinking without haste. There’s plenty of hipster-trash, street kids, homicides, college students, right wingers, left wingers, food…ah, the list could go on forever. Kansas City wears a hint of bohem with it’s Art students and local musicians - oh oh and who could forget the spoken word scene. Really, there’s a scene for everything. It’s a city, get it?

Kansas City is lovely, except for that she’s a girlfriend who needs to be strangled. Seriously. It’s a 500,000 person incestuous-petree-dish-of-doom. I’ve been out of the suburbs and in the city itself for 5 years. Look, I know the world is small, its just that KC is really small. My roommate D came from Ohio.  He says he did more networking within the first year here than he did over the course of 5 in Ohio. It’s easy like that. With hospitality or whatever you prefer to call it.

Enough about my place of residence. I’m a person for people.  Lets do the damn thing.