May 6th, 2007
Late at night Clark Street is sometimes quite lovely. Here, an El train zooms over Clark underneath a full moon.
Weird sign stolen from somewhere and deposited in the lobby of a japanese restaurant.
Random, stranded bag of trashy romance novels at Clark & Diversey.
Street Panties!
(BTW, these are not lost new panties. These are not someone's lost laundry. These are someone's panties.)
Jagmobile Deluxe.
Nigh-full Solo cup on an Onion box on the street.
Someone does not like getting ticketed.
Vomit #1.
Vomit #2.
Jagmobile.
Clark Street is deflowered.
People waiting in line to get into "Moe's Cantina" (Home of the Flamin' Moe?) at 1:15am. They will be kicked out at 1:45am. I don't get it.
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Yesterday, I had a friend visiting from out of town. Because he wanted to see Wrigley, I drove him down Clark Street, uh, forgetting there was a game yesterday. He got a crash-course in douchebaggery that only a trek down post-game Clark Street and offer.
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