City Life, Part Four: Hostile Gum-Chewing
Who knew gum-chewing could be an act of terrorism? Smack, smack, smack! Oh, well . . . another day on the CTA Freak Trolley.
Who knew gum-chewing could be an act of terrorism? Smack, smack, smack! Oh, well . . . another day on the CTA Freak Trolley.
Black beggars delight in the color of my skin. Hey, I voted for Obama. I play in a blues band. What more do you want from my white guilt?
Every generation, there are parents who are flabbergasted to find that their kids engage in the same reckless behavior that they did.
Did you hear the one about the cantor who lost his shofar and squeezed a goose instead? Canadian Geese passover Chicago twice a year.
I luff to rub my face on a furry cat. It’s so soft and warm. And she purrs like a thunder storm. Even after I cough up a fur ball.
Imagine Captain Kirk as a middle-age parking valet . . . serving white guys his age, with hot wives and shiny black Cadillac SUVs.
Time stops. Lights fade. Two spots on two people. Strangers. A meaningful moment. Simpatico. Then . . . time starts. As before.
After YeYe and ZeZe were born, the parents of Bebe and Cece Winans said, “We gave it our best 26 shots. Thank God 2 and 3 worked!”
Or maybe I’ve just cracked. At any rate, song writers no longer need to spend enormous amounts of time trying to come up with new love songs.
Prayer of Surrender: What value do you bring to God? Intelligence? Willingness? Creativity? None of the above? Not to worry.
I’ve been horny all my life. I used to hump the dog’s leg. Horny will get you up in the morning and keep you going at night. Stay horny!
L-Train? More like, Smell Train! Week-old urine is not so bad. It’s better than week-old urine mixed with day-old chicken-wing bones.