Happy Homecoming

11-24-2004 - 4:57 p.m.

Tiny bits of solid rain are pelting me in the face tonight as I walk down Division Street towards my apartment on Lake Shore Drive.

Sloppy crystallized ice-rain drops, hurdling at 40 miles per hour, rendering an umbrella into a totally useless jumble of twisted metal spokes.

From the 16th floor, the lake looks as though someone just killed its momma. Waves coming in from all directions-- sideways, diagonally-- even backwards. The sea walls are sea curbs tonight.

After suffering an icy beating on my walk home from subway, I am rewarded by watching the lines of car headlights that are fighting this storm 16 stories below. I am wearing shorts, listening to Frank Sinatra, and drinking hot apple cider.

Ha motherfucking Ha.

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