Wednesday, October 14, 2009

I got a new way to talk.

I'm starting up a new blog. I have a place to crash, so the Chicago experience is officially underway.  I'm living with two haberdashers, also know as professional clothiers. Suits. Men in black.

I see this rolling two ways. One, I always look like a VIP since two taller guys in suits hang out with me. Two, I look like a scrubby little brother trailing his older brother's crew.  Which option will come true?

Check out the new blog to find out:

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Please take my George from me.

Sure, you made a few bad decisions which is why you're out here on the corner, draped in a plaid assortment of tattered outerwear.  Still, it's not the end for you.  You found a saxophone,-God knows where- and you figured out how to make it sing.  Kudos to you Mr. Street Musician.  Your riffs make me feel better on the inside where I need it most.  

I'm broke too but I seem to have this dollar.  Something tells me I won't feel right unless it ends up in the upside-down Sherlock Holmes hat positioned strategically within an arms grasp in front of you.  Would you be fast enough to grab my arm in time if I dropped the one dollar bill and picked up the five I see some better-off aficionado blessed you with?  I guess I'll never know.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Bromeo & Juliet

Yesterday I was talking with my friend Jonathon about the aftermath and carnage of the break up. Friends you lose, clothes you never see again, and pets you never get to play with ended up being the top three fatalities. As we talked more, we stumbled upon a truth many relationship-enders face: the Bromeo & Juliet syndrome.

The Bromeo & Juliet syndrome is based off the premise when you break up with someone, you break up with their friends. Here's where it sucks for anyone who became good friends with a friend of the once-significant other.

Despite how deep the secondhand connection may bet rooted, the truth still holds: when you break-up with someone, you break-up with their friends.

Thus, the Bromeo & Juliet situation occurs to those losing a dear fried of a once boy/girlfriend. All things considered, if all you face is the Bromeo & Juliet syndrome after a break-up; you did pretty damn good.

Move Along.

Beloved blog readers, thanks for reading about my Deutsch Bag experience. I have a dozen or so entries to post about the Euroxperience so don't you worry, there's more to learn about Europe and the good times I had.

This brings me to the second point. I'm in Chicago. Fear not, Chicago is full of potential for adventures and stories. But, it might get a little confusing in the next week as I write about Europe and America. Maybe not. Hopefully not.

I guess we'll see how it goes for me and the two people reading this (I love you Mom & Dad).