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Hola, compadres. Long time no si.
Lord.
I live in Chicago now. Or, as I've come to learn: Schi-caaaaHHHH-go. Ugly accent, really, but the inhabitants appear to be nice once you get to know them. By "appear" I mean I haven't been here long enough to know what their preferences are. I do know that blond hair is a rarity (real blond hair, that is) and that they love that awful marinara sauce that comes with french fries. Poor honies. Don't they know how important Ranch dressing is to potatoes?
I'd make a Work Diary out of this but right now I'm sitting in a hotel -- my home for the past 2 1/2 months -- and I didn't know I had computer access. What's weird is that I happened to just press the internet button and up popped...the internet. I'm not hooked into anything. I think I must be bare-backing someone else's ether/either/other card. I guess that's okay, right? Anyway, I bought a house and the phone company is setting up everything I need right this very minute. Soon I'll be spewing nonsense on my own dime.
Chicago is a strange place that pretty much everyone recognizes. It's like New Orleans, only without the cunnilingus on public streets. Or quaint streets. Or non-serious drunks. They like sports here. Pizza is a big deal. Guys don't dance with you until you're parked in front of a urinal. Truly.
I move into my house tomorrow. The furniture's been delivered, it's pretty clean. I'm worried. I can't help but worry. I think sometimes that it wouldn't matter if I moved into a Hollywood mansion with umpteenth rooms. It wouldn't matter. I heard Sinead O'Connor/Prince's "Nothing Compares to You" this morning and my whole stupid world fell apart. I miss my old life, as bad as it was. I'm so stupid.
At any rate, I have cable TV for the next 12 hours. I plan on taking full advantage of it. My left-over pizza's in the oven, I have plenty of cigarettes and beer...I'm set.
Ach.