This will be the 60th entry tagged with Chicago and it might be the last for a while.

Next month will mark 2 years since the move from SoCal, a year of which has been selectively synthesized for your viewing pleasure here. The city itself is a sprawling landscape for potential, just not the right kind for me right now. I need sand and grit and hot winds, to be electrocuted every once in a while. To get my hands dirty. To be challenged. The last 23 months have found me on an awkward, sterile roller coaster of change with a lap bar that did little but chafe. I’m getting off this ride.

Look the fuck out out, here I go.

The above picture is just prior to my last day at the botched experiment of an office job, the one below directly after.

I’ll miss those towering giants, but not for long.

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