I traveled Iowa for a bit as a power line auditor before I knew what I wanted to do. I was starting to get into the wide stretches of nothingness, and rolled up on a town about 20 minutes from Carroll. The motel they had me staying at advertised dial out phones and color tv. I decided, right then, that I would hate Iowa until the day I die.

Also, my dad is from there and he’s a bastard. But I mostly blame the motel.