We've really enjoyed Chicago. We, meaning myself and my life-partner Chris. We've really enjoyed the city, its people, and the different shit we've eaten along the way. (Kuma's Corner, Billy Goat, Chicago Pizza & Oven Grinder Co., Margie's Candies, El Mezcal, Nueva Leon, etc., etc.)
Oh, and we rode a water taxi.The neighborhood we've been staying in has a prolific mural-man. Intensely photo-realistic with faces, but then incredibly surreal environments. There's a church around the corner that has a second-hand sale every Saturday. The stoops by the apartment are almost always selling things.
Crap tons of amazing food, that isn't over-priced. The rent here is obscene(ly cheap). The thrift stores aren't totally picked over. Everything isn't so cramped. There are so many opportunities here, expression-wise. The bus drivers actually talk to us, sometimes without us SAYING HELLO FIRST! It's just a pleasant change, while also technically living in a big city.
We heading back to Brookyln at the end of the month, so we're hoping to catch a museum or two, more record-stores-but-also-arcades-in-the-back establishments.
Chicago: You won't be seeing the last of us.
I can't wait to get back to my own bed, though. I hear it's molten lava in Brooklyn, but I don't care. I've got some art-ing/work/walking to do when I get back.
