dear shock and awe diary,
how many times do you think i have been to chicago in my life? oh fuck. prolly twenty. maybe twenty five. maybe more. so how many times do you think i've been to the chicago i've went to today? just one. today. it was like an old time LA. i realized today why everyone thinks illinois IS chicago. because everything from down south looks like it has been neatly slid up and compactly stacked all north of joliet to the water, all choreographed- in an elegant fashion- i'd never seen it from this perspective. the buildings are so tall and old, but part of the sky and part of the city that is so unbelievably wide. the fog or whatever that rolls in between the buildings is- that shit is very very spooky. it looms and lurks between the buildings as if it is waiting for you. i saw a bride- she was so beautiful in white and her portrait will look nice against foggy mist. i don't know where her groom was at- he was prolly already pissed. it looked like a sweaty man with no shirt on- had some plans for her today- and those plans didn't have anything to do with the groom- i am afraid. or maybe the man with no shirt on was the groom- how am i to know- i just drove right on by- i really needed to go. people like to honk up there- i like to honk too, but usually i only honk if i know you. i'm just glad i am home and unmarried.
how many times do you think i have been to chicago in my life? oh fuck. prolly twenty. maybe twenty five. maybe more. so how many times do you think i've been to the chicago i've went to today? just one. today. it was like an old time LA. i realized today why everyone thinks illinois IS chicago. because everything from down south looks like it has been neatly slid up and compactly stacked all north of joliet to the water, all choreographed- in an elegant fashion- i'd never seen it from this perspective. the buildings are so tall and old, but part of the sky and part of the city that is so unbelievably wide. the fog or whatever that rolls in between the buildings is- that shit is very very spooky. it looms and lurks between the buildings as if it is waiting for you. i saw a bride- she was so beautiful in white and her portrait will look nice against foggy mist. i don't know where her groom was at- he was prolly already pissed. it looked like a sweaty man with no shirt on- had some plans for her today- and those plans didn't have anything to do with the groom- i am afraid. or maybe the man with no shirt on was the groom- how am i to know- i just drove right on by- i really needed to go. people like to honk up there- i like to honk too, but usually i only honk if i know you. i'm just glad i am home and unmarried.
