What a morning
I need to start off this entry by stating that I live on the third floor of a three-flat. It was advertised as “Great! No one walking above you!” which is true enough and quite lovely. However, here is what was NOT in the ad, “Live above two demon-spawn children and have them wake you up with their running and screaming at totally inappropriate times! Like midnight! Or later! And did I mention that in late April they will acquire a parakeet, which will be squawking and freaking out constantly, probably from it’s animal sixth sense of living with Satan?!?”
Suffice to say I was woken up at 4am, by one of the dark goat’s beasties screaming his horrible little lungs out for a full half hour. Points for stamina, but the American judge wanted to run downstairs and throttle the little bastard, so…
After this night of joy, I woke up approximately four minutes before I was meant to leave the house. I wind up leaving the house about the time that I’m meant to be arriving at work, and every east-west route I try is blocked. Altgeld is blocked by a garbage truck, so I turn south and try the alley, where a pickup unloading mattresses is impeding the way. There’s no way I can turn left on to Fullerton, so I go further west… anyway, finally get myself onto the street I need to be on when I am completely deliberately cut off by a trashed van with three vigorously anti-choice stickers. I’m sure the Kerry stickers on my car were like a lightning rod. Anyway, he so desperate to shove his opinions in my face, that he almost shoves them literally in my grill and front bumper. After I get rid of him, I manage to get on the pattern of Grand lights which ensures that I will hit every red for the next two miles.
I pull into a parking spot and am getting ready to exit the automobile when I hear this crazy screaming. Lo and behold, it’s a guy screaming vehemently at someone that does not so much exist. Now, a man talking sense to himself might be just as mad as a person talking nonsense not to himself - or just a sane. But a man screaming nonsense to himself is definitely just mad. So I went ahead and let my new friend wander and gesticulate down the street a bit before following him. It was awesome watching the people that he passed; Chicagoans are great at pretending that nothing out of the ordinary is happening. I once watched this crazy lady on the El scream at a woman, “EAT MY MUFFIN, BITCH!” while the recipient of this invective just stared serenely at a point about a thousand yards away.
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