For the past fifteen or so years, I've been inexplicably attracted to the State of Wisconsin, so much that my friends often refer to me as "The Patron Saint of Wisco". Perhaps its the abundance of beautiful tree-lined lakes for pontoon boating, the plethora of rare and delicious canned American macro-brews, the mustard vending machines, or the fact that its "the last American place left in America" as my attorney likes to put it.
Though Wisconsin is absolutely the best state, the part he is referring to specifically is a lakeside cabin in Webster, a remote/rural Northern Wisconsin town. It is, in my opinion as well as several others I know, the greatest place on Earth, and a very isolated place where one could live alone and focus their energy on creative projects. What I'm getting at is, I'm moving to a cabin in remote Wisconsin to play pond hockey and write a bunch of experimental instrumental hip-hop, said nobody ever, except me.