#311: Midnight Golf

April 23rd, 2014 § permalink

“911,” she said, before adding what sounded like “wait.”

I waited.

“Hello,” I finally said.

“911,” she repeated with the sad, annoyed tone of someone dealing with an idiot at 1:30 a.m. “What is your emergency?” » Read the rest of this entry «

#310: I Passed

April 21st, 2014 § permalink

I passed a game of bags on Saturday. Plywood boards made into boxes, hole in the top to toss beanbags into from a distance. Underhand lobs. The beanbags spun a bit as they arced through the air before coming down with a maraca wham on the plywood. » Read the rest of this entry «

#309: The Entrepreneurs

April 18th, 2014 § permalink

We used to work in newspapers, he and I. We talked about it.

We used to work in newspapers, he and I. We talk about it. » Read the rest of this entry «

#308: 11:49

April 16th, 2014 § permalink

There are a series of smaller freestanding counters behind the big counter at a Kinko’s or a FedEx or a FedEx/Kinko’s Office or whatever they call themselves this week. » Read the rest of this entry «

#307: The Tiger-Headed Woman

April 14th, 2014 § permalink

She was standing outside a loft in Pilsen, a worried look on her face and a tiger’s head in her hand.

“Hi,” I said. “Here for the film?” » Read the rest of this entry «

#306: Interruption

April 11th, 2014 § permalink

The old man kicked an empty pop bottle between two of the slim bars that made up the wrought iron fence.

“Two points!” he called, throwing his arms up in the air and turning to me. “From the blue line!”

“Nice!” I called back, as non-committal as I could make it sound.

Encouraged, the man walked up next to me at the bus stop at Ashland and Madison. » Read the rest of this entry «

#305: Shameless Self-Promotion Theatre

April 9th, 2014 § permalink

Welcome to the latest edition of Shameless Self-Promotion Theatre (spelled thea-t-r-e for extra pretension). » Read the rest of this entry «

#304: Signs of Spring

April 7th, 2014 § permalink

I saw the first one today, loud and chirping outside my new place. Bold and bright with plumage fluffed and unfurled to help attract a mate, he bobbed his head right, then left, then right again on lookout in the afternoon sun.

I moved past quietly, so as not to startle him. He cocked his head at me for a moment as I passed. » Read the rest of this entry «

#303: Joining the Boop Boops

April 4th, 2014 § permalink

The biggest casualty of that slice of pizza was my transit pass. » Read the rest of this entry «

#302: Pierogi Heaven

April 2nd, 2014 § permalink

By one of the corners where the Loop train curves, wedged between the “ENTER” and “DO NOT ENTER” of a self-park, across the street from a crêpe bar, a Taco Fresco and a pornography store that is the grandfather of the neighborhood, there is Pierogi Heaven. » Read the rest of this entry «