Chicago’s own “band of assholes” UK Grief recently played at a Logan Square party in celebration of the winter season. So obviously, shit happens, even on the way walking to the gig. NOTE: More time has been spent between posts and why? Yours truly has been busy working on the book version of The Dodgy. That news is certainly worth having a pint or two. Meanwhile, enjoy this pic of the stray cat named Bucktown. Cheers.
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During college I had a summer job at a large Chicago area department store. I worked in the hardware and paint departments and sometimes helped Mel over in lawn and garden. “I’m a sad clown, with my pants down.” That’s Mel. He would actually say that. Mel was just a fleshy, pathetic cigarette. A middle-aged, smoking machine, that Mel. Short-sleeved polyester shirts over a beer gut with a coffee-stained tie was his uniform. Mel hated his job and it hated him. The only time Mel seemed jubilant was when he would do a little dance and snap his fingers after being berated by a customer or a recent college graduate boss. “Burn, baby, burn,” he’d sing. He meant for the store to burn. And…
Yes, the Return of the Asshole Book Club is coming (and the witch story). But during that Asshole Book Club, I told a story about one of my first real loves, and I realized it deserved a post of it’s own. I believe I’ve mentioned her before on this site (and she’ll be in the book I’m about finished with). But Dec. 1 at approximately 7:30 p.m., Central Time will be a new post, “Angela at The Store.” In the meantime, here’s a spooky pic of a Hornet’s nest I snagged on a Chicago-area trail on a gloomy autumn day. Cheers.
The Dodgy 