sweet home

on the flight out here i sat next to a kid who wore sandals

two probs with wearing sandals on a flight from LA to Chicago. the first being its been raining for a week straight in LA, so his feet had to be wet and cold.

the second being theres 4 inches of snow in chicago and it’s about 39 degrees.

needless to say we didnt talk because ive met my annual quota of talking to crazy people.

which brings us to chicagoland grocery store Dominick’s who has a large assortment of gift cards.

i noticed gift cards for Sox, Bears, Bulls, even the soccer team the Fire was represented. but where are the world champion Chicago Blackhawks or the beloved Chicago Cubs?

my mom told me: they are always sold out of Cubs and Hawks stuff. any store, anywhere. people love them.

and with that answer i love her that much more.

some times things work out

which isnt to say they go to plan, they never do that

but sometimes people are going the same direction as you in the freeway

and maybe one of em looks over at you like “wanna go fast?” and they floor it

and you catch up, flooring it also, and together you speed through the desert in the rain

the freedom is supernatural because most of the time everyones going so damn slow

and when you look over at the person to your right they’re texting

and when you look over at the person on the left they can barely see over the wheel

last night i was so nervous that i became early. i was nervous in a way that required chocolate milk.

turned out i was being crazy again. turned out everyone wanted to scream across the plains.

turned out i wasnt alone.