In the spring of 1989, I sheepishly returned to the College of Arts and Sciences with hat in hand, begging for forgiveness for the nuclear wasteland of my first two semesters, and the subsequent years of minimum wage bullshit and the Meister Brau diet and living the Blutarsky lifestyle with the bare minimum amount of […]Read more "The one about that girl at Osco"
Somewhere in the wasted haze of being 20 something, I decided that maybe shit jobs at the car wash and the BK lounge were not all that satisfying. Pod and OG were finishing college. Phid’s college career was as off the tracks as mine, but we had community college bullshit. His job at one restaurant […]Read more "Oh, Thank Heaven"
Chicago + beer = fat drunk and stupid. Well, maybe not fat. Drive to Chicago to visit Crip. Use the south side surface streets, for the “scenic drive.” Crip: You are so going to get a beat down. There are plenty of places to park on the near north side. Trust me on this. (If […]Read more "Our Lady of Blessed Acceleration, don’t fail us now."