well i got this guitar and i learned how to make it talk . . .

bruce springsteen rocks. just don't ask Becky about him.

last saturday night was the annual LATE ride in Chicago. It's this 25 mile bicycle ride that starts at 1 am. the cops set up at all the major intersections and you follow a course that starts downtown in Grant park and winds it's way through a couple northside neighborhoods before ending up on the lakefront path. it's pretty fun. i've done it the last 3 years, but not this year since i'm far too fat.

anyway, i was drunk and walking down one of the streets the bicyclists ride down. there's like 20,000 people who do this, so the streets are choked with bicyclists. cars are still allowed to drive on the streets, but they have to give way to the bicyclists. anyway i saw this car moving far too fast chasing this one bicyclist. they got to an intersection with a cop and the cop made him stop. the guy jumped out of his car and started running after the bicyclist yelling (in a very foreign accent) "stop him!! stop him!! he punched my car!!" the cop was a major badass with slicked back grey hair and an unlit cigar butt that seemed permantly attached to his lip. he just started walking towards the guy, saying (completely deadpan) "get back in the car" the guy continues to yell about the bicyclist and the cop continues to tell him to get back in the car when another car pulls up. a girl leans her head out the window and says "he was messing with us and the bicyclists" he starts walking towards the girl saying "why do you come here and say this? why do you come here and say this?" the cop pulls out his billy club and starts telling him to get back in his car louder (the cigar never leaving his mouth) until he finally just puts the club against his chest and pushes him into his car. the guy then left.

that's a long babbling story, but it was really surreal when you're really drunk. later.