Just more evidence (if any were needed) that Spokane is an angry angry place. Deep down we’re really nice people… we’re just living in Spokane. It does something to you. Gets under your skin. Makes you wanna fight. Don’t ask me why. It’s a phenomenon I’ve been fascinated by for years. Ever since I moved to Portland and swore that I’d reached some bizarre mecca of kindness that I never knew existed, only to return to Spokane and almost instantly feel The Burn. The incessant crock-pot simmer of a people ready to collectively go postal.