I slipped out the house, successfully eluding the detection my parents who were snoring heavily in concert with the Sandman. I closed and locked the door with the velvet touch of a cat burglar, I gleefully hopped down the stairs and turned the corner with a sense of purpose and self-assurance, my shirt was crisply …
"To my beloved Chicago..."
Growing up in Chicago was a privilege
Stepping aside sometimes takes more conviction
So I walked...
"That which would burden ..."
Remembering the best job ever, what was I thinking?