"I just got back from Faribault."
"Dude, how many fingers am I holding up?"
"I think we just drove through Faribault. I'm
not even sure.
Everything was hazy and scary and it smelled like spray paint"
"where were you last night?"
"I can't remember. My wallet's missing, I have graffiti tattooed on my back, and my
sphincter hurts. Probably Faribault."