I honestly don’t know what I was so worried about. Gangsters? Thugs? Thieves? Pshh. The stuff of fairy tales, my friend. Chi-town is wonderful. The people are friendly, the weather is generally lovely, and the views, well, the views.My favorite past time has become riding my trusty bike, Old Crusty, around the neighborhood and snapping pictures of my favorite vantage points. And oh, how many of those there are. Even before I got on my bike, I was already giving myself a mental pat on the back for the fabulous blog post I was going to write when I got home. When I arrived, I chained Old Crusty to the building’s bike rack and ran upstairs. First thing next morning–that is to say, around 3pm–I was going to repeat my adventure, add to my poetic repertoire, and certainly take better photos. Yup, I was definitely on the way to becoming more artistic.
So, I awoke at the crack of one, traipsed leisurely downstairs and was greeted with this:
Upon further inspection, I found this.
Really, Chi-town? Really? Just when we were starting to become such good friends? You suck. If I could swear more fluently in Arabic, here would be a good place to do it.
Nope, can’t think of any good swears. This will have to suffice.Never mind, OK? Never mind, Chicago. You go on about your gangster, thieving, raping, pillaging business. I’ll go back to being a recluse.
R.I.P., Old Crusty. You were old, and you were certainly crusty. But these photos are evidence of the good times we shared.