Buddy RIP

Buddy the Mitch, August 8th 2002-September 18th 2010

Buddy died at home this morning about 10 AM. I had him out at 2 AM, then we sat upstairs and watched College Confidential on TCM and I explained to him who Steve Allen was. See you around, my friend.

Judgment is Nigh!

While the train was stopped at Washington and Randolph, I was lined up with this guy on the building to the east.

Lake & Clinton

This is where the new RTA HQ is, and I had to go there to get my handicap pass replaced. Once again, I shall say that I am not racist in any way. And yet, aside from a Jewish man in a suit who had his wallet stolen, and was taken care of as quickly as I was when it was his turn, the rest of the ethnics in the room were straight off of a Jerry Springer episode. One guy yabbered on about needing his CTA Smartcard, which was in the mail, to be issued to him then and there because he was being evicted from the hotel they had mailed it to. This is where al;l the gentrification kicks in, mixing with the small industry. If I were on the Blue Line train and got off at Clinton, I would be a block away from the Greyhound terminal. I'm still thinking of going west from Clinton at street level, further west you'll see meatpacking and seafood plants. Nothing smells new, and rightfully so.

Drug Bust

Sweatshirt Time, Summer's Gone

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