If you want to hang out with me in Chicago at all, you should. Because I am here for a limited time only. I know that some of you girls have crushes on me, but I am moving back to Minnesota in just over a month.
Living in St. Paul a block off of Summit Ave. Exciting.
I have loved Chicago since I moved here, but some of my small townness will just not go away.
I totally make friends with and converse with a large amount of people that I see on a daily basis. I am friendly to anyone that even looks my way. It is funny, because I will walk down the block and say hello to at least a few people.
“Let me see if I can paint the picture for you: I lived in an abandoned building in lower Manhattan; one that we squatted – a bottle gang and I. I would steal purses off the backs of chairs in those swanky little cafes on Madison Avenue, run down the side street, leap the wall at Central Park and 5th Avenue, get on the subway, go down to the lower east side and sell the credit cards and passports that were in the purses for money to support my drug and alcohol habit. And then go to sleep at night on a pile of dirty clothes in this abandoned building and I sprinkled a bottle of Comet Cleanser around so the rats and roaches wouldn’t cross over at night so I could pass out in some peace and quiet and that’s what I thought was normal. That’s how I lived for a year – no showering, I was the guy you crossed the street to avoid if you walked by me in New York.”—