Ohh the joy of city life.
I woke up very well rested and happy that now it’s been 2 straight weeks in a row where I’ve had almost solid sleep of 8 hours or more. Its nothing less than a luxury for me. My cat Anny had bee perched on the foot board of my bed yelling at me for her morning dose of wet food. I went to the kitchen and took care of them and saw that I was out of coffee. Oh well I can make it till work. Not a big problem.
I left the house 10 min earlier than usual because I wanted to stop at Target in Evanston for some Gatorade. My first train 2 minutes after I arrived on the platform. So far so good. As we were 2 stops away from the Howard Station which is the end of the Red Line where I transfer to the Purple Line to get me to downtown Evanston the train stalled. There were only two other people on my car other than me. It was nice till the train stopped. The problem in the winter is that at the end of the Red Line they have a hard time waking up the sleeping homeless who just walk over and free transfer to the southbound trains and ride them all the way to the south side to 95th street. This morning there were two trains in front of the one I was on. I was standing for 20 minutes and 10 minutes of that was listening to the black lady sitting up in front of me singing about God talking to her. Over and over and over. Two Purple Line trains had passed us during the voyage north. When I finally got off at Howard the schedule read that the next Purple Line train would be 18 minutes, I said out loud, loudly FUCK! And I noticed the cute nurse I see every morning heard me. This meant 18 minutes of standing out in the cold and wind. More Red Line trains would drop off commuters as I waited. As the schedule read two minutes I saw the annoying homeless lady that is angry every time I see her about 10 years away from me pull her pants down and take a dump right there in front of people at the edge of the platform. As disgusted as I was I was happy not to be the commuters who were closer and came walking toward me in utter shock. The homeless lady then took a wad of paper towels and wiped her face before reaching down the back of her pants which she had pulled up after her deed and wiped her nasty ass. She then proceeded to toss the soiled paper towels onto the northbound tracks Gee I hate when people litter on city property.
By now it was too late to go to Target and I walked to the office where I had to urinate badly as I take a diuretic with my vitamins in the morning. Once I got to my desk I dropped my coat and before logging in went to the conference room to make my coffee. What would you know the Keurig at the office is broken.
Then my first duty was to start to call West Vagina for HVACR Techs to recruit for a big search that I’m on. I added 31 new resumes to the rollup of 54 I called the day before. 19 of those 31 were disconnected numbers. The one Moutnaineer that I did reach answered the phone “WHAT!?” I introduced myself and he yelled it again, “WHAT!?” and as I attempted to continue he yelled it again before I hung up. Yeah buddy go back to your meth. Of all of teh states that I’ve hunted resumes from on this search West Vagina is the one state where I’ve had to disqualify every contact for one reason or another. It was frustrating. Almost all of the numbers are disconnected. I was so aggravated and the second half of my day was working other states.
Alleged madame, 31, of Chicago ‘sex dungeon’ is charged with prostitution and financial crimes in 5 states and Washington D.C. – but she claims she was simply running a fetish business
I have nothing but great things to say about this international news maker. To be continued tomorrow
Jessica wearing my PRONG hoodie after RIOT FEST Sept 2013 she seemed a lot wiser and professional for a 24 yr old
by whitesoxdave – Chicago White Sox blogger. Mayor of Scoop City.
I moved into the Ukrainian Village neighborhood of Chicago almost 6 years ago to the day on October 1st of 2013. Specifically I was on the 2300 block of Augusta Blvd.; the block between Western Ave. and Oakley St. It was cheap, quiet, a few blocks from the Wicker Park bars and provided easy access to interstate 290 when I was doing the reverse commute to Lisle for my first job out of college.
Though it was kinda boring, I grew to love it. Not a lot of homeless people, hardly any crime, yada yada. Oh, and since I was living with a HS friend I was also only paying $650 rent. It was perfect. Saved a lot of money up until I eventually bailed on it to move to Lincoln Park last month.
What I didn’t know is that my GODDAMN NEIGHBOR was running a massive brothel just a few blocks down from me. Now I’m not a hooker guy. Never picked one up in my life, never been to a rub n tug, never hit up Craigslist. So maybe I just was too naive to realize that this smoke show of a Madame was literally operating a few buildings down from me.
If I hadn’t moved to Lincoln Park last month and had she not gotten popped by feds, I have a sneaky feeling all of what I just said about me not being a hooker guy would have changed REAL fast. And when I said she was a smoke, I wasn’t lying.
That’s what I call service with a smile. Or more like a bunch of smiles I would like to service amirite?
I was conditioned to believe that all hookers look like the white trash you see on COPS, but apparently I was grossly mistaken. This is an all star team, the Dream Team, and the 1980s USA Men’s Hockey team all rolled into one. And if I had known about this place, I think I would have hypothetically emptied my bank account on Mistress Natasha Dior.
It’s a damn shame the coach got fired and the team broke up. It was a dynasty. Here’s to hoping a new dynasty pops up somewhere around DePaul sooner than later.
