Sunday, May 6, 2007

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.


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.

1 comment:

Amy Guth said...

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.