In an effort to get active, I practically forcibly dragged Mike up by his arms, stuck his running shoes on his feet, and pushed him out the door to go walk/jogging at North Beach. (We're going to slowly work up to running.) As Mike was grumbling and mumbling about something (probably me being right and thanking me for making sure he got a little
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Anyway, I have to go because the driver for my company left the keys in the work van in Wicker Park. The driver is still in Wicker Park, but the van is not, so I have a whole bunch of upset co-workers to deal with... I'm just saying that these kids in your nieghborhood probably just got together to have a good ol' fashion break glass ho' down.
Kile (the only kile that spells his name with a damn "I")
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