But we'll dance in their dark, and they'll play with our lives.
There is a pink El Camino parked outside the gates of the Main Gauche, possibly illegally, but the owner of the vehicle doesn't really give a rat's ass. The aforementioned owner is currently perched on the hood of the car cross-legged with what looks like an EnV cell phone (it is, in fact, his journal), frantically typing on it with the speed of a practiced texter.
At some point he's going to make a fuss at the gates and hope someone lets him in, but right now, he's catching up on the hot Chicago gossip. Everyone says this town is crazy and, apparently, they weren't kidding around.
Suits him fine. If there's one thing Barnam about Aaron Barnam, it's that he tends to be inexplicably drawn to the allure of chaos... Well, that and he's developed some sort of sympathy pains for Ms. Tay Barnam and her plight, given that he was the original Barnam Black Sheep.
At some point he's going to make a fuss at the gates and hope someone lets him in, but right now, he's catching up on the hot Chicago gossip. Everyone says this town is crazy and, apparently, they weren't kidding around.
Suits him fine. If there's one thing Barnam about Aaron Barnam, it's that he tends to be inexplicably drawn to the allure of chaos... Well, that and he's developed some sort of sympathy pains for Ms. Tay Barnam and her plight, given that he was the original Barnam Black Sheep.