I’m wearing the same Ciao Manhattan shirt as the bassist from Cold War Kids right now.
I just got leveled by a single beer and a single weed cookie.
Hot Doug’s, sangria, nap, kimchee fries, beercade, Vic Chesnutt.
I could repeat this all month, honestly.
Chicago is something else.
I always get the weirdest giddy feeling when i’m on the skyway and the city itself becomes visible. I used to think that feeling was tied more to a specific time or person, but even tonight when I was trying to navigate between cars and find my exit in the beehive that is Chicago traffic, it washed over me.
I think Chicago is just a magical city.
Welcome home, Johnny from Ohio.