Bowling Alleys Depress Me There is something about a bowling alley where after I walk in, and once I leave…I don’t want to go back. I’m not a bowler, obviously. The sounds and smells. All my senses are assaulted in these establishments. The first time I recall being in a bowling alley was somewhere in Chicago’s south suburbs. I was in 8th grade and would meet my girlfriend there because she came with her mom, who bowled in a league. I found it creepy. The shoes, the shirts. The bar. Like a bar at a strip club minus the strippers. We would immediately leave the bowling alley – sometimes I would never walk in – she met me outside – and walk to a…
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Or at least make it a little more interesting. The season is too long. The World Series begins Oct. 24. Game Seven would be played on Nov. 1. That’s ridiculous. 140 Games Lop off 22 games in the season. That way the playoffs would begin in the middle of September. Game Seven of the World Series should be played sometime during the first week of October. Warmer weather is most likely a certainty if its played in cold-weather cities. Baseball sucks when it’s ass-cold and players are wearing winter hats on the field. Sure it’s cold in April at the start of the season, but those games and their conditions are well forgotten by the time the playoffs come around. Another reason for the shorter season…
So I’m in the Bucktown apartment of Chicago recluse author Clive Javanski. He wanted me to take care of a few things, like his fish and a cat that’s somewhere…while he’s in Kalamazoo, Michigan for what I believe is a book reading or appearance of some sort. I have a feeling right now he’s on a stool at Bell’s Brewery, drinking a double cream stout and talking up a couple University of Michigan students. Probably about the smell of books, what bands they’re into, pants, and arm jewelry. Manuscripts and various writings lay about. I read a few. Stuff he either hasn’t tried to publish or is simply unfinished, or rejected pieces. One caught my eye, lying next to the latest Leonard Cohen record.…
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