November 8th, 2017 § permalink
He didn’t talk for as long as he could.
You could tell he wanted to. You could tell he had comments to add, things to say in our conversation that he was not a part of. He’d chuckle silently at a joke one of us made, his body quivering a little behind the wheel. Or he’d nod along at a point as he flicked on the turn signal or merged into traffic.
But he held out from the moment he picked us up at the 26th and California courthouse in Little Village up until the pre-rush hour glut by the Ogilvie train station when he just couldn’t take it any more. » Read the rest of this entry «
January 13th, 2016 § permalink
June 30th, 2014 § permalink
She was white, with a taut ponytail cinched with a “JUST DO IT” band. She wore a large men’s black T-shirt inside out. It hung like a dress over thin legs in shorts and full sleeves of sugar skull tattoos.
She just walked wrong, herky-jerky like an inexpertly operated marionette. She clomped into Room 100 when it was still holding traffic court, sliding in the seat next to me and my friend.
“Have they called S_____ yet?” she whispered. » Read the rest of this entry «
November 20th, 2013 § permalink
Of the 10 or so guys hanging out in front of the house in North Lawndale, it was the one in the wheelchair who scared me. » Read the rest of this entry «