The sun goes down the night rolls in. You can feel it starting all over again. The moon comes up and the music calls. You’re getting tired of staring at the same four walls. Nobody knows where you’re going. Nobody cares where you’ve been. ‘Cause you belong to the city. You belong to the night. Living in a river of darkness beneath the neon light.

Friday it was fucking 92 degrees hot and I had been feeling horrible w/ allergies all week. Thursday it felt like I had a cactus in my throat. I woke up Friday listening to the morning news and they warned about “air quality index” and I closed my windows and put the AC on again. I also cancelled my after work dinner plans w/ Max. AQI never meant a thing to me till Friday and then I googled it:

Poor indoor air quality can cause a stuffy nose, sore throat, coughing or wheezing, headache, burning eyes, or skin rash. People with asthma or other breathing problems or who have allergies may have severe reactions.

Then I realized my dilemma. Due to allergies and lack of sleep my work productivity suffered and I hate falling back on excuses like my allergies are so bad I can’t speak. Which is often true.

Saturday morning I was up and out early. Had to bike to the local Walmart Neighborhood Market to pick up my sleep meds at the pharmacy. After I biked up the lakefront trail to Peace Park and came home to wash the sweat off of myself. At 8 AM it was already 80 degrees. As I was preparing to head back out I felt a cool breeze on the back deck and then it started getting dark. For about an hour I sat outside and watched the rain and lightning and listened to the roaring thunder. It was short lived and I wasted no time in getting back out.

This time I went to Lincoln Square to shop at Gene’s Sausage Shop and Delicatessen. I wanted to pick up some good in house made bratwurst for the upcoming July 4 holiday. It took literally no time and then I ordered 2 cabbage rolls and some sliced Dill Havarti and Habanero Havarti cheese.


In March of 1972, two young immigrant brothers from a small farm village in Malopolskie, Poland, John and Gene Luszcz, opened a small neighborhood deli specializing in homemade smoked sausage and other Polish delicacies. Drawing upon their family’s sausage-making recipes and smoking techniques, John & Gene’s on West Roscoe Street, gained almost instant popularity and a loyal clientele catering to the largely Polish Chicago neighborhood anchored by St. Ladislaus church. For 8 successful years John and Gene personally served and greeted hungry customers providing a taste of “home” to the local community.

In 1980, in need of additional space, the store moved to nearby Belmont Avenue where it operates today as Gene’s Sausage Shop & Deli. Gene’s famous life-size sculpture of a cow which dominates the outdoor sign welcomes Gene’s Sausage Shop customers to its 20,000 square feet of 40 types of smoked sausages, fresh meats, prepared foods and European imported specialties. The artisan handmade sausages are made fresh on-premise every day by traditional sausage-makers from Europe, and fresh meat is served up the old-fashion way, cut straight out of the meat cooler by trained butchers. Gene and his wife, Alice, have gained national media attention for their delicatessen and have been featured on the Frugal Gourmet Show, 190 North, Taste, Fox News and numerous publications.

2009 marks Gene’s Sausage Shop’s 37th Anniversary as well as the beginning of a new chapter in its history. A second full range European market opened September, 2009 in Chicago’s Lincoln Square area occupying the old space of Delicatessen Meyer, a 53 year German-American institution which closed in 2007.

Halfway between the sausage shop and home there is a Culvers which delayed opening till after COVID finally came to an end a week ago so I went since I needed to eat. It’s hard for me to eat in the heat and even harder when it hurts to swallow food or even water. My throat was raw. It’s a nice big restaurant with a massive dining room and everyone was nice.

Foot on the pedal never ever false metal. Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle. My job’s ain’t a job, it’s a damn good time. City to city I’m running my rhymes.

chicagoantisocial

During my teens, I was a Black kid from the South Side who ventured up North and checked out different lifestyle shops, from The Alley to Moon Mystique. This one underground music ‘zine put me up on @mortiisofficial and the Expo of the Extreme (I came across the @mkultramag later on). I ended up not attending the first night of the Expo (the night Mortiis played), as I was under 18 at the time. I retrospect, I should’ve just said, “Fuck It!” and went anyway. Probably would’ve gotten in somehow 🤷🏿‍♂️The 90s was a different time 😆#Mortiis#MKUltraMagazine#ExpoOfTheExtreme#Chicago#90s#NationalGothDay#WorldGothDay#GoodTimes#BackInTheDay#Saturday1d

MORTIIS posted this image from 1997 when he first came to the states. It was flattering enough. Then a gent who goes by chicagoantisocial on Instagram posted a comment which I found added to the feeling I was enjoying.

You say Rolls, I say Royce. You say God give me a choice. You say Lord, I say Christ. I don’t believe in Peter Pan, Frankenstein or Superman.

One of my favorite things, Vietnamese dinner. Classic Banh Mi Sandwich: Original Saigon style combination of pate, ham, headcheese and pork roll with mayonnaise, pickled daikon & carrot, onion, cilantro and jalapeño.
This is 1/2 of the Christmas present I gifted to Bob Hoeksema 4 months after Christmas 2020. Long story.
Max Bravo, Rob Pearson and AZ at the Bulldog Ale House
GAWD HELP ME I’M A MOUTH BREATHER Pre Podcast breakfast at El Palmar w/ Rob Pearson
Hoping to see more Emu’s in WI when I’m canoeing. These big birds always fascinate me
May 10 I got my second Pfizer vaccination. I didn’t post the card on social media like so many others felt they had to.
May 11 I was up in Evanston for research training. It was nice to be around a good group of people

Somewhere from another time. Asiatic death. Yellow fever bodies writh. Sugar on my breath. Is this the final curtain. I don’t believe what’s happening. She hides behind a veil of tears. Plays upon my darkest fears.

Out and about early Saturday to pick up my Rx and then to Andersonville for another refill at Dispensary 33 and then a nice walk over to ASIA ON ARGYLE. It was the perfect day for a brisk walk.

 Cambodian Buddhist Association Temple, 1258 W. Argyle St

Vietnamese Street Art

With no PodCast on Mothers Day I came home and fired up the Barbie! Stuffed mushrooms, burgers and chicken legs would last me thru the next day. LA GUNS were blaring on the back porch and I took swigs off of a glass of Irish Whiskey. Nice mellow weekend. I would sleep very well.

Now summertime’s here babe, need somethin’ to keep you cool. Better look out now though, I got somethin’ for you. I’m your ice cream man, stop me when I’m passin’ by. Oh my my, I’m your ice cream man, stop me when I’m passin’ by. See now all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy.

My first Elotes of 2021 at the Montrose Doq Beach
A sign of a pending summer The Ice Cream Man!
Dawn picked up supplies in Indiana for the weekend with Chicago’s taxes in mind
This old liquor store was bought out and completely rehabbed. Going to find my spot at the lounge when it opens with Bobby T

Dawn Wattles drove in from Indianapolis Friday April 30th for teh annual tradition of planting my vegetables. She has the greenest thumb I’ve ever known. We hung out on the porch sampling some of the booze she picked up from Indy. It would be my first drink since march 28th. The cleansing was good for me. I think. I also stayed up much later than I had in a month plus. I haven’t had overnight company in a long time. CD’s and DVD’s would litter my home over the next 4 days.

Saturday morning on the way to Gethsemane Garden Center to pick up plants we ate breakfast at The Golden House Restaurant next to the Riv  and we both had some tasty Patty Melts.

Edgewater Produce. Grocery Store 5515 N Clark St, my go to for Mexican food and produce.

and so it began!

THANKS DAWN!

replanted my cacti

Dawn sat in with me for the PodCast with Ron Marks as Beverly and Mark watched and then it was back onto the porch for enchiladas and BBQ that we never got around to grilling. I was EXHAUSTED!

Beverly gave me a signed Slipknot posted that was Maggie’s and she thought Maggie would have wanted me to have it. And its now proudly displayed in the MK ULTRA office.

As far as I can tell, I’m being dragged from here to hell. And all my time in hell Is spent with you.

Ate my last edible last night to sleep and after work had to go to the Dispensary 33 for more and they were out of Mondy’s 5 MG’s so I purchased 2 cans of 10 mg Berry Burst Indica edible. I should be sleeping like a ROCK.

Since I was in the area I walked over to Little Vietnam and picked up some shrimp and pork veggie rolls from Ba Le Sandwiches at 5014 N Broadway, Chicago, IL 60640 Healthy and delicious.

Dinner at home looks a lot like dinner out.

Finally on Tuesday April 20th I was able to get my first Pfizer COVID 19 vaccination. I go back to Weiss Memorial Hospital on May 10th for my second. It’s a relief as I’ve been trying to get vaccinated somewhere since they began administering vaccines. Max Bravo still hasn’t been able to get an appointment and I’ve been doing my best to help him find one.

Sunday will be the 2 year anniversary of the MKULTRASOUND PodCast and Jason will not be a part of it or any podcasts moving forward. He bailed with not so much as a message of any sort and hasn’t replied to me. In fact he blocked me from all social media. What a fucking asshole.

The guest this week will be Medavon of the industrial band Lockjaw and if all goes well Too Dark Mark will help close out this episode.

On May 2nd Dawn Wattle will be in town and sitting in as co host with my old friend Ron Marks of Subsonic/Celtic Frost calling in.

……to be continued

I saw this on a tree on my street and just had to grab this show of it
Buena Park Chicago!

Very good, oops, EXCELLENT movie I watched Saturday night. Great story and the art direction is beautifully stunning!

With your long black hair, fallin’ down your face. Red lips and lethal pout, send me to heaven. Seein’ is believin’, Baby you’re so strange. Something about you makes me sweat, when I call your name.

Absolutely thrilled to see one of my favorite live bands as my first live show of 2021 and in well over a year. LA GUNS BABY!! It looks like it’s going to be Bob “Newbomb Turk” Hoeksema and I. Certainly we’ll see Eden Lake there since she lives near Hobart. As long as I don’t get attacked by a mean as fuck Emu everything will be hunky dory.

These images say it all.

I can hear you laughing. You’re a million miles away or you’re here. I will never leave you. I’m a million miles away or I’m near. I’m the thoughts you’re thinking. But you’re a lifetime away from your home or you’re here. I can see you crying. You’re a million miles away or you’re here.

It was a very nice relaxing and peaceful weekend with an very good friend out in the SW burbs. More to come on that but for now enjoy the pix capturing significant moments from when for just a while COVID didn’t exist.

A long overdue visit to spend some downtime with Bob out in Montgomery finally arrived. I walked across the Jackson Blvd bridge as I did M-F from Sept 2011 to Nov 2018 when I worked for QLK. This day I was en route to a new Burger King at the address next door to my former employer. I was craving their huge double sausage egg and cheese on sour dough bread. I threw it down my throat and walked over to Union Station to buy my ticket to Aurora. This would not be as convenient as it has been in years prior. The lines to the automated ticket machines were confusing to everyone. I wanted a weekend pass but was told you now must have the Metra ticket app on your phone. I absolutely loathe having apps on my phone. By the time I was able to get a one way ticket I was charged and dispensed 3 one way tickets 3x as much as what I had intended on paying. Finally a sole ticket window opened and I went to the attendant and was informed they do not issue refunds. Lovely. I was instructed to call Metra on the courtesy phone and gave them my info and was told I would be contacted from Metra later. It would be 4 days but they called and now I have to go back to the station to submit my case and then it’d be 7-10 days for a refund. Oy vey!

The 1 hr 20 min ride was pleasant since hardly anyone was on the train. I would be able to read. I brought along the thick and quite heavy book:

Who Killed Hunter S. Thompson?: An Inquiry into the Life & Death of the Master of Gonzo by Warren Hinckle (20 pages)

An inquiry into the life and death of the master of ‘gonzo’ – Hunter Thompson – with candid memories and appreciations by many of his closest friends and co-conspirators. Thompson’s compatriots, observe and comment on the journalistic legend’s life and death.

Contains: transcripts of his rants and idiosyncratic phone messages, The Gonzo Master’s Midnight Faxes, The Kentucky Derby is Decadent and Depraved, and a humungous introduction (a book in itself!) by Warren Hinckle III., as well as the previously unpublished Night Manager.

I arrived on time at my destination with a bag full of a few surprised for BH that I had for him for last Christmas. Bob drove his new fully loaded and beautiful new Buick to pick me up and we were off. The first stop would be Sanchez Brothers Western Wear store where I would but a nice new felt cowboy hat.

Sanchez Brothers Western Wear 1046 N Lake St, Aurora, IL 60506

While in the Aurora/Ottawa area I bought a stack of King Size Zero candy Bars my favorite which are hard to find in the city.

We then went to hos spread which we affectionally refer to as Tubby’s Drive In and once passed his dogs Gunther and Otis I opened my duffel bag and presented my ol friend his gifts. First was a movie poster from the movie Selena (there’s a long story behind this) and he was very grateful. He gave me an Evel Knievel shirt and then I presented him with the pièce de résistance, a leather LA GUNS coat and he was very surprised which is what I had hoped for.

We hung out on the back deck for a while where it was warm and very sunny and then hunger set in. It was time. We would be going to an Argentinian burger place Bob had been raving to me about for months.

Asadoras Argentinas Burgers at 4542 IL-71, Oswego, IL 60543

This place literally BLEW MY MIND. Good lord was it delicious. We bother ordered the Criolla Burger topped with salsa criola, chimichurri mayonnaise and potato wedges with chimichurri sauce which is now my favorite new spice/herb. So much so that I ordered 2 jars when I got back home to work on Monday. I shared my joy with this joint to a lot of friends since. I cannot wait to go back. I plan to bike there this summer and have Bob meet me there.

We went next door after eating to ACE HARDWARE 500 State Route 71 Owego, IL 60543and this location had a bevvy of BBQ sauces and seasoning in their BBQ section. Wise move. It was amazing.

Sun going down in Bobs backyard as seen from his deck. When it was dark we watched one of my favorite films, Machete by Robert Rodriguez with its stellar all star cast: Danny Trejo, Robert DeNiro, Jessica Alba, Steven Segal, Lindsey Lohan, Cheech Marin, Michelle Rodriguez, Jeff Fahey and introducing Don Johnson.

When we rose out of bed just before 6 AM Bob started creating his signature breakfast dish Breakfast pizza with sausages cheese egg of course and white gravy. the leftovers lasted me till Wednesday morning. THANKS TURK FOR A GREAT WEEKEND!

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