The kids in Winona, MN are some of the craziest fuckin' kids I've ever met in my life, and not always in a good way.
Once, after playing an illegal show there a hat was passed around to collect money for the bands, my band Hatefuck and my friends Hell On Earth each made three dollars. Then the hat was passed around again so everyone could chip in and get a keg, we put our three dollars back in the hat and added what little money we had into the mix. The people who hooked us up with the show, and the kids who were all very nice to us then took the money and "went to get the keg" then instead of giving us a place to crash for the night, one of the people led us to this island that rests between WI and MN borders and is home to a community of people who live on these boathouses, they're homemade shacks on the water, it's insane, anyway, they were supposed to bring the keg out there and there was to be a party, but instead, they just ditched us there.
I had been sold bunk coke there by one of my "friends" in the town that I had helped out a bunch with shows and stuff like that when I drove fuckin' half a day to see his band play, and then he tried giving my little sister, who I drug along with for some reason some real coke. That show was in a log cabin and they had fire dancers in the pit, a puppet show with puppets made out of animal bones and all sorts of other craziness.
The town is one of the funnest places to play, ever. The kids go nuts like no place I've ever been to before. They've got three legged dogs running around the place, five year old kids with mohawks skateboarding through the pits, people asking if you're looking for any "zingers" or "wah wahs" and other equally comparable oddness. They also have a fucking obsession with JB Weld in that town, and I'm pretty sure that a significant portion of their scene huffs the stuff. As long as you keep you keep an eye on your wallet and shit, it's a great place to visit.