chicagodads

The weekend passed without event.

Sometimes that is a good thing. But when you’re trapped indoors most of the day and opportunity arises, you want to make sure you’re on that train. Unless something near-tragic happens, there is little chance that something beautiful and unique will transpire before your eyes. And when you’re looking at all the world in a type of bubble – in this case, one with six eyes and two mouths (one of which is so cluttered with storage that the Fire Marshall will shut it down), you begin to see why Old Man Johnson was always creeping outside his window. He was looking forward to seeing Mr. Thomas die of a heart attack on the way up his walkway after a long day at work – or, having failed at that, at least a dog get run over. When none of that panned out, he just took up to taking young kids’ balls away from them.

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