Goose Island

If you're not from around here, you might not know there is an island within the city limits. It has magnificent bridges running across it, I love the one at Division Street, with street names like Crooked and Hooker. One of the saddest and most vivid memories I have was when I was with old pal Joe from Hometown. We were kinda just driving around on our way someplace else, we made a turn, and there in the parking lot was a homeless guy washing his socks in a muddy puddle. It was maybe thirty degrees outside. The guy didn't even look up at us, I just remember the way he wrung out those socks so hard, like he was strangling someone.

Golden Heart

To Serve And Protect (And Sometimes Beat The Shit Out Of A Defenseless Bartender)

This prick is one of the reasons Jody Weiss is our new Police Chief. The cops think he's an outsider--he's from DC--but, fuck, they brought it on themselves. This isn't my father's CPD. Phil Kline, the last chief, was pretty good about looking the other way when a cop's buddies tried to strong arm witnesses. We're pretty much known for our gang murders, but the amount of assaults that go on by these assholes who think that they are so privileged. The fat fuck is still walking around, sentencing is June 23rd, and I like to think of myself as a decent person with redeeming qualities, but my biggest hope is that Anthony Abbate finds himself getting a nice donkey punch after someone has given him a strawberry shortcake, to use the proper Illinois prison vernacular.