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.
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You have to read it to believe it. Consider it part of “The Young Martens” series. Which you can read here. Among other things, is it true the leader of a well-known band wrote a song in this particular stall? Is this tale going to be dodgy? Probably. In the meantime, here’s a photo Liffey took on the Chicago’s southside while on a bike jaunt waiting for a bridge to lower near Lake Michigan. Nice urban graffiti. Cheers! Will be up by Oct 10!
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.…
The Dodgy 