Earlier today I ran into a couple co-workers on the street at the six-way Damon/Milwaukee/North intersection. I don't particularly care for these co-workers much, to be honest I think they're snooty, wannabe-yuppie bitches. Though, out of social grace I thought it'd be appropriate and right to stop and say "hi." Perhaps the problem is that I ( Read more... )

Nobody in Chicago if familiar with meat raffles.
Nobody in Chiago knows what a pull-tab is.
Nobody in Chicago has ever heard of 3.2 beer.

From about twenty feet away I saw a kid get beat up. I saw the blood gush from his head. I saw the his enemy run down the train platform as fast as he could. I saw the kid yell out, "I'm ready to kill somebody," as he tried, but failed to get himself off the ground. I witnessed this with my friend Emily, a small-town Minnesota girl who was in ( Read more... )

Hypothetically, would you quit your job if you found out that your employer donates over a quarter million dollars a year to the republican party, including $2,500 to Rick Santorum and $125,000 to president Bush?

The other night some lesbian friends of mine had a Talking Heads dance party at their apartment in Logan Square on the west side of Chicago. It was a blast, but nonetheless, I was tired when I left, and I had about a forty-five minute train ride back home to the far-north side. My journey home started on the blue line train which was infested ( Read more... )

I really do love summer evenings, like tonight. I'll put off writing about my adventures in Chicago until later.

The Jenna Jameson drama does not end.  My mother got a phone call from my aunt Lex this evening.  She told her that someone  heard me say that that the reason why I gave the poster to Danielle, my cousin, was because I wanted to embarrass her and the family.  Obviously this isn't true, I love my cousin and wouldn't do anything to hurt her.  So, I ( Read more... )

Yesterday I went down to the laundry room to get my work shirts out of the dryer.  As I opened the door, I noticed that the neighbors were hanging out down there.  The granddaughter, about a year old, was crawling and crying on the floor.  The baby's "mother" a girl who looks no older than twelve was leaning up against the washing machine, one hand ( Read more... )

I was in Tucson for a wedding from the 3rd to the 7th, I guess you could say that some interesting things happened.  When my brother was driving me to the wedding reception, his truck ran out of gas.  "Don't worry, this happens all the time," he said as he reached for the gas can and started walking to the gas station.  When I got home that night I ( Read more... )

A few months ago my dad opened a restaurant in Tucson, not far from Miracle Mile, called "Jethro's."  It's breakfast and lunch place with a white-trash theme.  For those of you who live out in Tucson, you'd know that a restaurant like that fits very nicely with the surrounding area.  I was speaking with him today, and he told me that one of his ( Read more... )