Driving the U-Haul around downtown Chicago reinforced my inclination to believe that I belong here. I called some guy an asshole to his face from my car ( he was double-parked) and nearly took part in several accidents. Our neighborhood is Hispanic, and our apartment belongs in a magazine. Furthermore, all our neighbors are around our age (a few even hail from Mississippi and Louisiana) and just today some pretty young things moved in below us. All I need now is a job, and some way to muffle the... well. Also, today we observed a demonstration: police escorted and everthing against racism and the death penalty, and also police brutality. I drank alcohol for the first time tonight since the incident - right across from the theatre where Dillinger died. I didn't see the retarded ghost though. Cheers. I'm in heaven. If I ever come down I might post again:)