Where I come from,we're proud. And we don't name names. Desperation is only desperate if we're in it together,you know? Our boys?The little boys and their boys,the big boys? The red boys? The ugly boys with the fancy words and the PILLSTOHEAR? Of course we can't wait to see a promise kept! Heaven said "eternal!" is when ashes evolve and out jumps a WEREPYRE. Teeth clenched, we'll scream "SOULS UNITE." Yes,they drink blood; your blood.
Thursday, February 03, 2011
More Urban Detritus on Lake Street
This street is just horrible. Like I was saying before, there are bums on every corner. Including this one: at Lake and LaSalle. A mean looking bum sits here all day and shakes a McDonalds coffee cup at passersby. I see him every time I go to Starbucks or the other office or any location west of LaSalle.
Anyway, I walked to Lake and Wells the other day and passed this guy in his usual spot with his usual cup. He was swaddled in dirty bum blankets with an assortment of bum equipment scattered around his spot on the pavement. After a short visit with Accounting, I started on my way back east. I had a red light at LaSalle and glanced back to see my man's spot vacant. Upon closer inspection, I found all his stuff gone. The only remnants were pennies scattered on the sidewalk by his spot. I thought "Are you shitting me? Who throws away pennies?" I was so angry at his wasteful ways that I went to reach for the lone dime next to the puddles he left. As I bent towards the filthy concrete, I thought better of scavenging this dude's dime and held out hope that maybe he'd been forcibly removed from his corner. Nothing worse than a choosy beggar, ya know?
Labels:
Chicago,
Choosy Beggar,
DJ Tom Hanks,
Lake Street,
Urban detritus
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