Taste of Chicago: Take Two
Went back today with my family and with Kevin. It was good. Sunny, but there was a breeze and the standing in the shade helped. Tried some different stuff today, but had some of what I had yesterday too. It's difficult going to places like that with my family as opposed to with just me and Kevin because my family walks slowly and don't want to walk much. I'm not a fan of walking either, but I'll do it to go see everything. It's good that I went yesterday so I wouldn't have to worry about where everyone is. I took flip flops today to even out my feet, but instead of half my foot being lighter than the other, I also have a big V on my foot from the flip flops. I'm never going to win. I also got a sunburn on my left shoulder. I have a cold compress on it now. On the way home there was an accident on North Ave. Something happened to a guy on a motorcycle. We were heading West and the guy was heading East. As we passed by I could see his body all rag dolled on the floor and this river of blood coming from the pool of blood surrounding his head. It was really bad. Pieces of motorcycle everywhere. The dude wasn't wearing a helmet. When will people learn? People were hovering around him. I hope no one moved him, but at the same time I hope someone tried to stop the bleeding. Ugh. It gave me chills. We got home and my brother got a videogame and then I drove him and my mom to my aunt Martha's house. I came home and parked in the garage. I reversed into the garage, but I needed to pee so badly that I wasn't really paying attention and I end up hitting the stupid BBQ grill. I get out of the car to see what made that noise and I see that I pinned the grill against some boxes. There is this huge scratch. Then I had to move the car to unpin it. Second huge scratch. My dad is going to kill me. He hasn't seen it and I haven't told him. I'm just going to wait until he notices. I'm not big on volunteering information that will get me into trouble. I won't lie about it, but I won't volunteer it either. :oP
Laters.
Laters.