Where is Al Qaeda when you need them?
Whenever I leave Chicago I always come back with an invigorated resurrected hatred for this shitty town. As if I am hating it all over for the first time again.
I'm not comparing it like I did in years past to New Orleans, because that town is a frightening dump of its own. The stench on the streets is enough to seize up ones lungs. And speaking of lungs, I'd guess that three-quarters of the residents down there will be dead of lung cancer by the time they are 40. That place is almost crying out to be submerged in the Gulf just so it can get a thorough cleaning for once in a few hundred years.
But, Chicago will always be my first hatred. Its cityscape, its people.... how I hate its people.... the cold, gray, lifeless streets... and when I say lifeless, I am not inferring empty. In fact, I mean the more residents wandering around on the streets, the higher the level of lifelessness rises. I'm not sure anyone in Chicago has a soul. I don't see any when I look at all the vacuous, empty vessels around my neighborhood. I hate them all.
Saturday morning I was walking to brunch past the school at the end of my block. A twenty-something female came out of the side doors of the building as I approached on the other side of the sidewalk. She closed the doors and looked right at me as I was walking. She steps off the stair and walks across the sidewalk and literally walks right into me. No hesitation. No intent on stopping for me, even as she had seen me walking right there. The fucking cunt just walked right into me... as if to challenge me to some game of chicken, thinking I was one of the emasculated metrosexuals she no doubt sees at the straight bars in the neighborhood buying her drinks and giving her tips on how to condition her hair.
I'M RIGHT HERE!
But the incident pretty much sums up Chicago. The people in the this town would sooner step on you to get to Caribou Coffee than have even the slightest, most invisible fraction of courtesy to the fact they are sharing this city with a million other people.
Is it me? Am I a magnet for idiots? Or am *I* the idiot? Did *I* somehow display rudeness by walking into *her* even though I was on the other side of the sidewalk completely out of her way? Am I subconsciously creating these situations to complain about? Am I disrespectful to other people? Could it be?
Then this morning, my first commute after a week off of work. The El was running like shit as usual. Waste of money every time I use the CTA. It makes me want to vomit my stomach out onto the platform and then stuff it back down my throat with a bendy straw. They might as well grease up an El car and slowly ram it into my asshole.
For some reason the Red line train pulling into Belmont this morning stopped with one car in the station and sat there for five minutes... there was no reason whatsoever for the train to be stopped as there were no trains ahead of it on the tracks for miles. It just sat there... and sat there... and sat there... the operator telling riders not to open the doors because he wasn't all the way in the station... then he fiddled around his little cabin... *?*
So I got on the Brown line train instead. On one of these cars where they removed half the seats. I am not sure mathematically how they figured removing seats would increase the amount of room on a train car seeing as one person standing in the spot where a seat was takes up generally the same amount of room.
Then while standing there I had to endure all these fucking breeder couples pawing all over each other as if they just met the night before. Word to the wise, no one wants to see you kissing your mate before one of you gets off at Merchandise Mart while the other has to make the long, lonely ride to the very next stop at Washington and Wells. Couples like that deserve nothing less than to be kicked in thier faces with a golf shoe.
No one wants to see your PDA. I sure as hell don't and I am going to speak for everybody. I'm sure in your glorious little Lincoln Park condo, with your little dog you never walk and all your fabulous Crate and Barrel baubles, that life is a fairy tale. But, I don't want to read your fairy tale so keep your happily ever after bullshit at home.
It's too crowded around here for me. Too many fucking straight people and their HGTV, glass of wine every night after dinner, SUV, double-wide baby stroller lives. Get in your fucking cars and go back to the burbs to die. Starting with the cunts that live in my building. I'm praying nightly for a few rapes on my street... just enough to scare these bitches out of Lakeview.
If I knew then what I know now, I would have started saving for a house 15 years ago. All the youthful fun in the world doesn't feel worth one hour of being trapped in a neighborhood full of cunts.
I'm not comparing it like I did in years past to New Orleans, because that town is a frightening dump of its own. The stench on the streets is enough to seize up ones lungs. And speaking of lungs, I'd guess that three-quarters of the residents down there will be dead of lung cancer by the time they are 40. That place is almost crying out to be submerged in the Gulf just so it can get a thorough cleaning for once in a few hundred years.
But, Chicago will always be my first hatred. Its cityscape, its people.... how I hate its people.... the cold, gray, lifeless streets... and when I say lifeless, I am not inferring empty. In fact, I mean the more residents wandering around on the streets, the higher the level of lifelessness rises. I'm not sure anyone in Chicago has a soul. I don't see any when I look at all the vacuous, empty vessels around my neighborhood. I hate them all.
Saturday morning I was walking to brunch past the school at the end of my block. A twenty-something female came out of the side doors of the building as I approached on the other side of the sidewalk. She closed the doors and looked right at me as I was walking. She steps off the stair and walks across the sidewalk and literally walks right into me. No hesitation. No intent on stopping for me, even as she had seen me walking right there. The fucking cunt just walked right into me... as if to challenge me to some game of chicken, thinking I was one of the emasculated metrosexuals she no doubt sees at the straight bars in the neighborhood buying her drinks and giving her tips on how to condition her hair.
I'M RIGHT HERE!
But the incident pretty much sums up Chicago. The people in the this town would sooner step on you to get to Caribou Coffee than have even the slightest, most invisible fraction of courtesy to the fact they are sharing this city with a million other people.
Is it me? Am I a magnet for idiots? Or am *I* the idiot? Did *I* somehow display rudeness by walking into *her* even though I was on the other side of the sidewalk completely out of her way? Am I subconsciously creating these situations to complain about? Am I disrespectful to other people? Could it be?
Then this morning, my first commute after a week off of work. The El was running like shit as usual. Waste of money every time I use the CTA. It makes me want to vomit my stomach out onto the platform and then stuff it back down my throat with a bendy straw. They might as well grease up an El car and slowly ram it into my asshole.
For some reason the Red line train pulling into Belmont this morning stopped with one car in the station and sat there for five minutes... there was no reason whatsoever for the train to be stopped as there were no trains ahead of it on the tracks for miles. It just sat there... and sat there... and sat there... the operator telling riders not to open the doors because he wasn't all the way in the station... then he fiddled around his little cabin... *?*
So I got on the Brown line train instead. On one of these cars where they removed half the seats. I am not sure mathematically how they figured removing seats would increase the amount of room on a train car seeing as one person standing in the spot where a seat was takes up generally the same amount of room.
Then while standing there I had to endure all these fucking breeder couples pawing all over each other as if they just met the night before. Word to the wise, no one wants to see you kissing your mate before one of you gets off at Merchandise Mart while the other has to make the long, lonely ride to the very next stop at Washington and Wells. Couples like that deserve nothing less than to be kicked in thier faces with a golf shoe.
No one wants to see your PDA. I sure as hell don't and I am going to speak for everybody. I'm sure in your glorious little Lincoln Park condo, with your little dog you never walk and all your fabulous Crate and Barrel baubles, that life is a fairy tale. But, I don't want to read your fairy tale so keep your happily ever after bullshit at home.
It's too crowded around here for me. Too many fucking straight people and their HGTV, glass of wine every night after dinner, SUV, double-wide baby stroller lives. Get in your fucking cars and go back to the burbs to die. Starting with the cunts that live in my building. I'm praying nightly for a few rapes on my street... just enough to scare these bitches out of Lakeview.
If I knew then what I know now, I would have started saving for a house 15 years ago. All the youthful fun in the world doesn't feel worth one hour of being trapped in a neighborhood full of cunts.