Semi-Open Mic: Advising the Tweetup-ers
Indianapolis in December is a wonderful place. A wonderful, face-peeling, soul-raping salvo of God’s frigid hate. It’s a place where the arctic winds will murder your lungs, and where the only moving things on most nights are salt trucks. WELCOME TO THE WINTER INDY TWEETUP, EVERYBODY!! HOORAY!!! [excitedly throws 6-pound mountaineering mittens up in the air]



