The Inexorable Whims of a Summer Chicago Wind Pt.4
By Brian K. Jones
Part Four
Around noon the next day I woke to find a note on the table next to the couch stating that I should stay until my friend came back from running a few errands. She expressed a desire to catch up and reacquaint. It occurred to me that we had done enough of that last night so I just hailed a taxi.
I used my cell phone to call the hotel and get the address and soon enough a middle eastern guy was taking me back to my hotel while the high pitched music of his people surgically cut through my temples like mean little scalpels. People are always playing music they like for the rest of the uninitiated to like or dismiss.
My peripheral vision caught glimpses of the city as we drove towards my destination. Some of it was beautiful and some of it rather ugly; they say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions but I think it’s mostly just paved with people. People always forget that they’re just human when they’re riding the road to hell. Continue reading