Punk Update

Tonight after work Wade and I went to the MOA (aka The Worst Mall in America) to do a little shopping. After walking around level one and two we get to level three and walk around the corner only to see the same green/blue haired punk that I saw on the train just on Tuesday. Now it doesn't take a genius to figure it out, the kid must live every single night at the MOA. He and his punk gang must spend countless hours talking about mundane things and trying to avoid the rent a cops that patrol the stankfest that we call the holy grail of malls. I guess getting emancipated from your parents is really paying off. On a side note, those who may have moved out of the state of Minnesota in the last couple of years (::wink::) will not know that the Mall of America and Knotts Berry Farms are on now separated. Now they have put a European touch on it by calling it "The Park of the Mall of America". As we passed one of the openings to look into the park I noticed only 2 people on one of the rides. With declining sales they might as well close the beast down and create a real "park". Anyone else thinking "The Disc Golf course of America"?