Home

So I get home last night and it's sweltering, there are people all over the streets, the poor and the Cubs night gamers, sirens and unmarked cars all over the place. All the comforts of home. Then at around midnight the power goes out in the neighborhood, so I stumble over the things I've brought back from Minneapolis in the dark and hop into bed and am nearly asleep when I hear a loud "bang" and then sirens sirens sirens. And of course when I wake up in the morning my network is all messed up. But damn it all, it's good to be home. If the feces and needle count isn't too high I'm going for a wade today.