White Hen

11.2.2kX

Many years ago, I lived in a "high first floor" apartment near the lake in Chicago. My street ended at a park on the lake; it was that near. All summer long, despite it being somewhat of a dead-end, the street was alive. The apartment had a sun room on the street side (floor-to-ceiling windows on three walls) so I had a front-row seat to some fun goings-on out on Pratt Blvd.

One time the cops shot over the heads of fleeing car-burglars. One time I watched a drunk guy stumble around for an incredibly long time; the kind of stupid drunk antics that would certainly end up on youtube in this day and age.

He clawed his way along the wrought iron fence in front of our apartment. Slowly, post-by-post, going east. He would embolden, find his legs and take three or four steps then crash against the steady fence. He got to the end of the fence and stopped. A row of soft hedge continued east. He stiffened up and took his three stiff steps, then crashed into the hedge, which didn't hold him up one bit. He fell through and ... laid there. His legs from knee-down sticking out into the sidewalk.

He'd roll or kick every once in a while, so I knew he wasn't dead. Only after some kids started fucking with him did I call the cops. The cops came quickly (it was an active area and they were always around) and gently tried to rouse him -- by beating furiously on his feet with their nightsticks. The sound of it was beyond fucked!

This is the sound of the headache I got. ouch.


Tonight - Special request for Little Minsky's Burlesque @
Club Deluxe.

Pabst, Pizza & Pasties!! $5 cover at the door. Show starts at 10pm.


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!