Category: Thoughts Out Of Season

Between these two… There’s a homeless man living under lower Wacker Drive just off the walking path that follows the river. During the day, while the inhabitant is out foraging, I often stroll past his little patch of concrete that…

He’s an American schmuck, don’t even know what hit him. Cancer stick dangles from the bobbling head of the neck-tied bandit trading commodities on the floor of the exchange. He’s banking on America, making swaps on his futures, running out…