fuck chicago
September 8th, 2005 by admin
i’m done with this city.
tonight, i’m out on my bike, not two blocks from my house, trying to get some air and exercise and clear my head a bit. and what happens? some random bitch runs a stop sign, totals my bike and fucks up my leg. i tell her to stay the fuck put because we’re calling the police, but she says “oh, i’m just going right up here, i live right here, i’ll be right back” and what can i do but stand there with my thumb up my ass while she drives off, never to be seen again… i tried to get her license plate but there wasn’t enough light, so what i’ve got to show for my evening ride now is a bike with a bent rear wheel, a d�railleur hanging from the cables in pieces, probably a bent frame, a sore leg that hopefully won’t need any medical attention, since i have no insurance, and no way to get around my neighborhood for the rest of the time until i move.
thanks very much, chicago. i won’t miss this fucking place one bit.