It was like, dude. And the homeless woman was like, BLAAAAAH!

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The other night some lesbian friends of mine had a Talking Heads dance party at their apartment in Logan Square on the west side of Chicago. It was a blast, but nonetheless, I was tired when I left, and I had about a forty-five minute train ride back home to the far-north side. My journey home started on the blue line train which was infested

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[psyche599]

damnit, it's stuff like this that makes me see why you'll never come back to Tucson. We don't have trains. But if you do, make time for coffee would you?