Saturday, April 29, 2006

I'm in Chicago

Oh, there'll be some juicy tales tonight, my friends. I have a lead on the adapter, so we should have some interviews if everything goes well.

I'm IMing my best friend Paul as I wait for my hotel room to be ready and we're talking about sensitive subjects. I would love to bear my heart, but I've got about a dozen Chicago-style homosexuals breathing down my neck in a cafe. There are some woes of the heart I doubt they'll be sympathetic to.

Or, now that I think about it, maybe they could offer better insight than I'm expecting.

A subtle Chicago nightspot:

1 comment:

Hackett said...

Is that sign a sentence? Where should I ram the gay treasure? I'm so confused.