Chicago

Pizza Metro 925 north ashland, chicago IL
driving to the windy city, well, blows.
Ohio is full of wonderul flat nothing, novelty fast food chains i've never heard of.
the skyway looked like were driving across a bridge of reflected light in the poring rain. blurry electric light splashing on the windsheild, sleepy driving, so close, avoiding police like divers keeping their distance from sharks.
we made it
long as hell car ride to a nice apartment in pilsen where our friend Ann lives. permanent residents include 3 humans 2 cats 1 dog. smells like patchouli and coffee.

3 bleary eyed transient wanderers sprawled out in the living room.
coffe and curry and pizza that must have crack in it or something.
more to explore.

-Jim

speaking of bleary eyes, i think this city hasn't wiped last-nights brain crust from the corners of its own eyes--the sky is as slate grey as the sidewalks, and i haven't quite woken up yet either. tried to avoid conversion by some communoccultists (politicultists? pun courtesy of Jimberly), who refused to give an interview but deferred to their "leader", suspiciously named Bob. now fiending off the pizza shakes in metro pizza with some apocalypto (apocalypso--new genre? lets get on it) bleepmusic blares through the greasy speakers. i feel like i swallowed an inner tube of cheese. about to overdose on puns and parmesean (as if that were possible). following the 22s from corner to corner....pictures soon.

denver next. what furious horizons await us?

MAINTAINING MY RAGE,
heather