just witnessed a rather rotund woman manhandle the last “puff” from a shared joint from her husband.
her husband was half her size…looked scared…gave up the roach.
someone talked to me! someone in chicago actually engaged me in conversation. it was about the weather.
Diabetic Limb Salvage. Yikes!
nearly run over by a really nice Mercedes Benz… again.
saw a guy who once cut my hair. avoided eye contact. hastened walking pace.
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Yes that is downtown Chicago for you. I could have added:
Had peddling scam artist plop a bunch of shoe shine goo on my boot without permission, and then ask for $10 bucks to shine it.
Great ice cream at Godiva in Water Tower Place.
Still don’t get modern art at Art Institute.
Told by street preacher that I’m going to hell.