open ][ when it's time for leavin' I hope you'll understand, that I was born a ramlin' man
Randall McMann was walking home from work. It was sometime past midnight. He was in New York City.
But now he's not, and it isn't, and he definitely isn't.
Ten minutes ago, Randall fell through the rift near Grant Park. Did he notice? No, he did not. Randall is walking along with his earbuds in his ears, and he's singing along to one of his absolute favorite bands Creedence Clearwater Revival. He loves his music, especially his rock and roll.
"Don't go around tonight, well it's bound to take your life, there's a bad moon on the rise.."
Not only does Randall not realize his surroundings have changed, but he also doesn't realize that his song is a bit foreboding to what he going to find out in a matter of moments. His head is bopping along to the song as it blares in his ears, and he does a little spin and sings along. Anyone nearby should also take note of the fact that while he has heart, he doesn't have tone. Randall cannot sing to save his life. But it's trying that matters, is it not?
And he's just so into it. Too into it. Clearly someone should stop him or be run into, or give him some reason to notice his surroundings. Otherwise this could be very embarrassing for him. It may also not be as late as it was in New York City, so hopefully people are still awake.
Chicago, you are a wonderful audience. Thank you.
But now he's not, and it isn't, and he definitely isn't.
Ten minutes ago, Randall fell through the rift near Grant Park. Did he notice? No, he did not. Randall is walking along with his earbuds in his ears, and he's singing along to one of his absolute favorite bands Creedence Clearwater Revival. He loves his music, especially his rock and roll.
"Don't go around tonight, well it's bound to take your life, there's a bad moon on the rise.."
Not only does Randall not realize his surroundings have changed, but he also doesn't realize that his song is a bit foreboding to what he going to find out in a matter of moments. His head is bopping along to the song as it blares in his ears, and he does a little spin and sings along. Anyone nearby should also take note of the fact that while he has heart, he doesn't have tone. Randall cannot sing to save his life. But it's trying that matters, is it not?
And he's just so into it. Too into it. Clearly someone should stop him or be run into, or give him some reason to notice his surroundings. Otherwise this could be very embarrassing for him. It may also not be as late as it was in New York City, so hopefully people are still awake.
Chicago, you are a wonderful audience. Thank you.