ah, the shelter.
I picked up like 5 garbage bags of cans from the bomb shelter right before they were about to shut it down. like it would have helped. all the thanks I got was nearly getting arrested and a confiscated backpack.

how funny to think about that.

I miss gold medal,
and drinking beers under the (3rd ave?) bridge.
and hip hop night at bon appetite.
and "sign my coat"
and the chicago and lake laundramat. weirdly enough.
the list goes on.