The Numbing, Yet Poignant Details of Modern Life
My bestest friends could all radically alter their coifs. My apartment could drastically be rearranged. I could lose a limb. Six distinct male fashion revolutions could happen right under my nose. None of these things I would notice. Subtle changes in the Brown Line automated announcements, and I powerfully sense, somewhere in the most primitive parts of my brain, that we may be in for epochal social upheaval. Why must we talk so often of banning gambling on the trains now? When did Chicago become Chicago & Franklin? Has some DeLay-esque redistricting gone on in that area which I was not informed of? I swear, if they touch that uber-ironic "This is Grand" recording on the Red Line, I'm signing up for the campaigns of any and all Daley opponents.