flung Hannibal into memory and drove hard and fast for Chicago. In an half hour, through twitter, facebook, and texts (all over cellphone,) we had a plethora of options. Stayed in an amazing place in Lincoln Park. (Thanks, John)
Lost control of the night somewhere. Woke up with this:
oh, god, and this:
Then, hightailing it to Pittsburgh, I ended up with this.
the pullover
Fuck my life.
The prettiest 4th of July in recent memory. We were driving through rural Ohio and watched fireworks go off in small towns for miles and miles.
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