I like to think of myself as urbane, and I like to think of Chicago as the ultimate urbane city. It really is just the way it looks in movies. Slick. Clean. Great architecture. Lots of live music if you know where to look. But I also like to daydream too much. I was at
Jane looked past the rusted iron bars of the gate in front of her, peering into the tiny space between the bare concrete walls that couldn’t have been more than three or four metres apart. A woman who looked like she was in her early twenties lay asleep on top of a pile of hay,
I was surprised when my sister Nora called me and asked if she could stop by. We didn’t get along, and rarely had any contact anymore, but she said she really needed to talk to me, so I agreed. Two years my senior, at 24, Nora lived just across town but we never even talked
My older brother’s girlfriend was pregnant. Her belly wasn’t showing much yet, but she was get a little bit fatter. She had long brown hair, and big brown eyes. She was older than me. She was twenty-nine, and I was in my early twenties. I was sharing the apartment with him and her. I planned