1,001 Chicago Afternoons

He was the first person I ever saw who, after begging for money “to get on the bus,” got on the bus. » Read the rest of this entry «

“Duck!” the tiny Mexican man in the camo jacket screamed in the face of his gigantic black friend.

When the nerdy looking Goliath in the Terrell Owens jersey got as low as he could, the little bearded one hucked his crushed PBR can into the crowd. A white girl three people behind him and 20 inches away laid a lazy slap on the small man’s shoulder. » Read the rest of this entry «