January 24th, 2014 § permalink
She was a set of eyes and a nose to me, and I to her.
We sat across from each other on the Purple Line express, bundled in hats and scarves. We had separately chosen the inward-facing seats by the door; a blast of icy air at each stop and a broken heater in between kept us in our winter goodness.
I kept glancing at the little bits of plastic sticking from under her butt. » Read the rest of this entry «
January 22nd, 2014 § permalink
A married couple on a date night bellied up to the bar a few blank spots from two Hawaiian-shirt-clad businessmen from Baaaahsten who kept talking about their kids and UMass.
A young fella still wearing his Indiana University stocking cap indoors kept guard over a bucket of Miller Lite bottles.
A white-haired couple in the corner got closer and closer as they cooed and dined on salted fatty comfort food.
I was waiting for a friend. » Read the rest of this entry «
January 20th, 2014 § permalink
The hallway walls are gray and white, with a linoleum floor that echoes clack clack clack as you walk down it.
Clack clack clack up four flights of stairs since the elevator’s busted. Clack clack clack past the offices of counselors drug, marriage and guidance in a hall that looks and echoes like a 1950s grade school. Clack clack clack to the end of the corridor where a blank, windowless door sits between two therapists offices. » Read the rest of this entry «
January 17th, 2014 § permalink
“You can adjust speed, but you’ll see you can also adjust intensity,” she said, pressing one of the directional buttons on the small wireless controller.
The smooth, pinkish-purplish plastic contraption gripping my hand started to pulse in a way I could only assume would be pleasurable if I had the body part it was designed for.
“This is one of my favorites,” she said, trailing off in a giggle that seemed as manufactured as the sex toy wrapped around the space between my fingers. » Read the rest of this entry «
January 15th, 2014 § permalink
Through a window, a bald man in a luxury farm-to-table, antibiotic-free, sustainably sourced restaurant mimed the fistfight that earned him that raging black eye. » Read the rest of this entry «
January 13th, 2014 § permalink
The girlfriend has metal allergies, that’s important to know.
It’s important to know because some cheap silver and zircon knickknackery like the bit I had in my pocket could cause her to break out in an itchy rash. The skin turns green, she has to scratch, the whole caboodle. But she wanted a particular bit of costume jewelry and told me not to go above $50 because we had better things to spend our money on.
I hoped my girlfriend would like it. » Read the rest of this entry «
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January 6th, 2014 § permalink
The CTA buses were doing surprisingly well for a snowstorm Sunday morning. » Read the rest of this entry «
January 3rd, 2014 § permalink
“Wicker Park Sushi?” I said as we walked by the empty sushi counter.
“That doesn’t exist,” she said.
“I have seriously never been here.”
“I didn’t know they had a plane here.”
We stopped and looked at the WWII era replica airplane.
We were lost. In a place we had been a thousand times. » Read the rest of this entry «
