I still believe in humanity's future.
So do you wanna hear the story about how an African-American male, 5'9-5'11 wearing a grey hoodie and jeans threatened me with a white pipe and said something about my purse at 10:24 pm after seeing Sondre Lerche at Park West?
Yeah, so I screamed and ran the other way.
I remember everything. Nothing is foggy and I wasn't scared.
I'm still not scared.
It's odd because I sort of expected it to happen? I know that sounds morbid but I know LINCOLN MOTHERFUCKING PARK isn't exactly the safest neighborhood.
Before work, and this is even more morbid, I was trying to see if they found who killed Nailah Franklin, the girl who worked with my parents at the gallery, and more about those women who were murdered in Hyde Park.
I knew Mickey wasn't going to walk me back to my car. Because he never has before which always irritated me on top of alot of things. Like NO ONE has ever not walked me back or made sure I was okay. So I didn't count on that. I started ask but I just really wanted to go home. And I made sure I was extra alert.
And then I got lost on Lincoln Ave. which I said before was trying to kill me. I didn't think it would take it that far.
A nice man wearing a black Sox hat and walking a small white dog named Tory on a red leash helped me out. Two women let me up to their really nice apartment and gave me water and tissue. The cop came. Filled out my police report. He drove me back to my car that I couldn't find.
I got in my car and sang to Neko Case all the way. Life continues by the grace of God and my army of guardian angels.
The night wasn't bad. Or good. I could have done with out all of this, of course.
Also:
-I couldn't find parking to begin with. So I walked SO VERY FAR.
- Park West sucks, they have seats. And even more "Reserved" seats at that.
-Sondre Lerche was good but he played everything I didn't feel like hearing. Except for the very last song.
-I didn't even want to go. But Mickey bought my ticket without telling me really. That irritated me. Mostly because I weasled myself out of Broken Social Scene with him but then he one-upped me and bought me this ticket. I would have rather had my 23 dollars back. And I am so strapped for cash. All of the time.
-I don't care if I like your music or not, but if you're some 20-something musician with an acoustic guitar and floppy hair, you better be Conor Oberst or I will judge you and not have a good time.
- I was WIRED the entire time thanks to coffee and Red Bull and not eating for about 15 hours.
- No Michael, I don't need you to drive me home. I just wanted to let you know what just happened. Just to let you know that your parents were worried about me going home by myself for a reason. That's fine I suppose. I'm not the one trying to maintain this friendship anyway.
-I just wanted to listen to Tilly and Desaparecidos all night.
I'll be damned if I will every cry about this.
I still have my purse.
Yeah, so I screamed and ran the other way.
I remember everything. Nothing is foggy and I wasn't scared.
I'm still not scared.
It's odd because I sort of expected it to happen? I know that sounds morbid but I know LINCOLN MOTHERFUCKING PARK isn't exactly the safest neighborhood.
Before work, and this is even more morbid, I was trying to see if they found who killed Nailah Franklin, the girl who worked with my parents at the gallery, and more about those women who were murdered in Hyde Park.
I knew Mickey wasn't going to walk me back to my car. Because he never has before which always irritated me on top of alot of things. Like NO ONE has ever not walked me back or made sure I was okay. So I didn't count on that. I started ask but I just really wanted to go home. And I made sure I was extra alert.
And then I got lost on Lincoln Ave. which I said before was trying to kill me. I didn't think it would take it that far.
A nice man wearing a black Sox hat and walking a small white dog named Tory on a red leash helped me out. Two women let me up to their really nice apartment and gave me water and tissue. The cop came. Filled out my police report. He drove me back to my car that I couldn't find.
I got in my car and sang to Neko Case all the way. Life continues by the grace of God and my army of guardian angels.
The night wasn't bad. Or good. I could have done with out all of this, of course.
Also:
-I couldn't find parking to begin with. So I walked SO VERY FAR.
- Park West sucks, they have seats. And even more "Reserved" seats at that.
-Sondre Lerche was good but he played everything I didn't feel like hearing. Except for the very last song.
-I didn't even want to go. But Mickey bought my ticket without telling me really. That irritated me. Mostly because I weasled myself out of Broken Social Scene with him but then he one-upped me and bought me this ticket. I would have rather had my 23 dollars back. And I am so strapped for cash. All of the time.
-I don't care if I like your music or not, but if you're some 20-something musician with an acoustic guitar and floppy hair, you better be Conor Oberst or I will judge you and not have a good time.
- I was WIRED the entire time thanks to coffee and Red Bull and not eating for about 15 hours.
- No Michael, I don't need you to drive me home. I just wanted to let you know what just happened. Just to let you know that your parents were worried about me going home by myself for a reason. That's fine I suppose. I'm not the one trying to maintain this friendship anyway.
-I just wanted to listen to Tilly and Desaparecidos all night.
I'll be damned if I will every cry about this.
I still have my purse.