So I slept in. Yikes.
I slept through my 6am alarm set to get me up, do some exercise and get my shit together by 7:15. I woke up after 7. Got my shit together faster than my lazertag career, rang a taxi, couldn’t get a taxi, rang another taxi, left a prezzie for the lovely girls of 331 Packard and got my shit out the door by 20 past. Unfortunately I left my Vermont water bottle behind… typical.. My 2nd bottle when I was only planning on needing the one!
Made it on the train. Good. Made it to Chicago. Better. Had three hours to kill to whacked my gear in a locker (incredibly cheap) and got me some well deserved coffee. Had a great yarn to a bum outside the train station. It went a little like
Went for a very small wander, FB’d in star bucks, bought Ma a nice birthday present and a future ‘thankyou’ present for Magatha dearest. Got me a sanga and chilled out. Took a photo of a set of stairs. The vertical side was used for an advertising campaign for a bank or something, however this is a great idea for a health-promotion scheme. “You burn x calories by taking these stairs” or “I bet you can beat the person standing on the escelator” or Take the road less travelled… use the stairs”. It will happen. A female bum managed to get $5 bucks off of me. I really need to learn how to say no. Made it on the Chicago to Kansas train with a bunch of amish folk. Woohoo.
"yo fellaz.. you got 20 dollars for a poor man... ok fifty!... fken white ass mutha fucka... yo lady got some change? yo too skinny bitch dont be all anorexic...dont be all anorexic... make sure you eat your fruits and your vegetables... if a bo dont like you... for your intellect or your beauty you dont need that fool... you gotta eat that food.. dont go purgin' and throwin it all up now... you could be on heroin and blowing coke and it would still be better than being anorexic..." His name was Michael.