Sunday, December 15, 2013

TBOX- Love Hurts - 2013

It's that most wonderful time of year, TBOX! I'm sure it's great fun for the participants and the charities that some of the money goes toward is very nice, but for the residents and "normal" people of Clark Street it's a nightmare. Imagine 24,000 people (that was was estimated to be in attendance today) going to the bars contained on three/four blocks. Their sole purpose: to drink. And the drinking begins at EIGHT IN THE MORNING. There's screaming, vomiting, falling, fighting and then it happens again in 12 months. Here are some pics (click to enlarge) from this year's revelries:

This staggering "Tigger" kept weaving in and out of traffic as he attempted to hail a cab.

This gal kept hail non-existence cabs. When this car stopped at the red light she kept trying to get in to no avail. Eventually, she began to shout, "You have to unlock the door! Let me in!"

CPD embiggened the sidewalks with clever use of metal barricades. This was on both sides of the Clark street, from Sheffield to Addison!

DIMO's Pizza was a madhouse! Aaaaaa Maaadhousssse!!

Backpack friend comforts vomiting elf.

Go home, S&P Snowman. You're drunk. Also, that's a guy in a gorilla suit and a Christmas vest yelling into his phone.

The "best" vomit I saw. The other vomits were mingled into the snow and slush. 

The party began around 8am. Things started to calm down around 7pm. 

Hope you had fun, Susie! See you next year!

Friday, December 13, 2013


These are NOT Bonsai trees! They're just tiny pine tree twigs! 

Italian propaganda. 

From the archives. 

A Christmas message. 

Tuesday, June 18, 2013


They're using a small crane to lift up the front wheel of the larger crane (it fell through some wood planks). It didnt work.

The band will in no way regret this poster later.

"Time machines" are hot property for bits, y'all.

I feel safer already.

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Monday, June 3, 2013

Pre-summer days

The villagers at the inn said to stay off Clark Street.

According to the sign you can still order delivery from Chens. But. Where. Is. Chens!?

What exactly are you protesting? Godlessness? Public drinking? Night baseball?

You had one fucking job, Frank.

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Friday, May 24, 2013


I don't think this is a good ad. She looks crazed.

Goose Island spruces.

Security Fail.

Coming soon... An actual building.

Puppet Bike!!

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Thursday, April 25, 2013


Ketchup, not only smeared all over the touch screen, but jammed into the card slot.

Known drug abuser silhouette.

Abandoned pb&j.

Eerie celeb masks hover.

Free "House Beyond the Pines" t-shirts. No takers.

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Friday, April 5, 2013

Gettin Ready- 2013

The sewers get ready for the literal shitstorm.

Nice A.

Shiny new barricades!

Chens does renovation... to the extreme!!

If your Mac n cheese has grey splotches... DO NOT eat it.

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Sunday, March 17, 2013

St. Patrick's Day, 2013

Photos with random overheard conversations.

Halloween has pumpkins, St. Pats has kegs.

5pm and everything is mobbed already.

1:30am, waiting to get into Barleycorn.

"Listen, no one made out with no one." "Well, we're going a long way to prove you're not gay."

The girl in the forefront is actually calling her mother to come pick her and her sobbing friend up.

"The secret is emotional detachment, man."

Green suspenders and shouting into his phone.

"Someone stole my ID and all my money." "There's a policeman right there. Why tell me?" "You seem so nice."

Clark Street pukes.

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Tuesday, March 5, 2013


Always manage expectations.

The cranes return to Wrigley.

Tell me why I hate Momdays.

No filters. Colorful Clark.

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