After we received a quick four inches of heavy snow yesterday.
IT'S NOT REALLY WINTER IN CHICAGO UNTIL:
You've gained 5 pounds.
Everything about you -- clothes, hair, skin -- feels hideous.
You don't care how you look. You'd rather be safe and warm than attractive.
You assure your friends who live in warm places who take sadistic pleasure in pointing out how toasty they are, that Chicago winters aren't really that bad.
You've told these folks that our winters make us tougher than everybody else.
You've spent an entire day inside because it is too cold and miserable to go outside.
Until you have declared dibs on a parking spot in the street. (This is a Chicago institution.)
This Means War If You Take My Spot!! --RoadDog
Being an account of some things I'm interested in, what I'm doing, and reflections on my past, especially music.
Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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