Depicted above: Two young Chicagoans.
Time: The morning after.
Location: Um yeah, thanks again for letting my friend and I crash here.
The man on the left is exhausted and hungover. Disheveled in dress and slow in gait, he carries a weariness with him. Ache seeps in through his pores and forms tumors at his temples. He recalls tending to his extremely inebriated friend during his birthday the night before. A futile effort. Keep him out of jail though. No badge is coming. Where’s my bed?
The man on the right is the birthday boy. Last night he put 7.4 liters of champagne and a fleet of old fashions in his belly. He laughs heartily as he dresses himself in his tuxedo from the night before. He wants to know where breakfast is going be and if they have mimosas. He is a mad man. Approach with caution.
Apologies to anyone I convinced during the last seven years that I was a rugged American man … I was a clean-cut Danish tween all along. Wish me luck for my interview tomorrow.
Paul Bunyan / Lumberjack with Tiny Blue Sock Monkey in Pocket / Secret Rick Ross enthusiast (Oh man. I love my birches) #Halloween #Costume
Sandy Be Gentle
Sandy be gentle
Sandy please be kind
There’s a lot of great folks out East
And some very good friends of mine
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Hold up your deluge Sandy
Please don’t scream or cry
There’s a lot of great folks out East
And some very good friends of mine
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Blake don’t care for lightnin’ (no)
Frankie’s afraid of thunder
Katy G’s a swimmer, she’s
Prolly in the Charles, don’t drag her under.
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Jenn Fizell’s just mad as hell
You wrecked her internet connection
Jenny and Dean up and fled the scene
Left Pat the Cat in Greg’s protection
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Kate and Enrique are prolly gettin’ freaky
in a Chocobo lovin’ session
Alan and Jon are new to New York
Sandy please don’t make a poor impression
Not an exercise in costume or irony.
Just a bit a panache for the Public Chicago anniversary party tonight.
Truly a Banner Day in vanity and pomp.
GPOY - Scholar / Suit Edition
Going to the Just The Beginning Foundation’s 20th anniversy gala dinner tonight.
Free drinks and federal judges. A dangerous combination.
GOPYW-Copy-of-a-copy edition
So, how are you fine folks spending your twenties?
Trapped in a colorless office mulching data and recycling plastic language?
That’s cool. Me too. Please don’t tell my grandchildren.
Beautiful day for almost anything but sitting in an office. Debated calling into work with a bad case of “Summer”. (Taken with Instagram)