They call me Mister Minnesota, I’ve been here a while.
I’m not sure they remember my real name. Lidia gave it to me but she’s gone now, gone maybe two years. I never got the scoop on what happened there.
Sometimes I remember who I really am but those fleeting days cede to the withering that happens in rhythm of the ticking clock; eighty-two years is a long time…
I’m waiting. I am not sure how it will come into play but I know that when it does I will arise with poise, look it clear in the eye and knock the shit out of it and then Mister Minnesota will be no more and the sun will rise forever forward.