Or “I Kissed a Girl at the Iron Ore Wall” I don’t know why it took me so long to get a bike again. I always rode a bike in middle school and high school. I had one in college for a while but I got drunk and ran into a wall while on it. My first French kiss came when I was on my bike. I was in junior high. It was in front of my house. It was night, and I just got done riding with my best friend and neighbor “Dutch” Andy. My older sister’s friend Carina was in front of our house smoking a cigarette. She was a junior or senior in high school. Very tall, very pretty, very intimidating.…
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I took a bike ride along Chicago’s Lakefront Trail, starting at it’s end (or beginning) at the South Shore Cultural Center at 71st Street. The South Side. Little known beaches with people of all races and cultures, cool architecture and this:
A lonely piano at 63rd Street Beach.
The Asshole Book Club reconvenes – this time it’s the Chicago-based band UK Grief that’s doing the bookin’ and the drinkin’. In the meantime, enjoy this pic from Crown Brewing, near Chicago. Liffey got his pint on the other day. Cheers.
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