These are things that have happened since I decided I wanted to be a cop, since I wanted to save the world.
I asked the man at the grocery store where the cream cheese was, and he said, 'between the beer and the butter'. Naturally.
The last image I have of my Chicago neighbourhood is, at 4:30am, an eight year old driving a car in the middle of the street, giving me an evil look that rivals the worst of my life.
Later that morning, a man who just arrived from Iran asking me if I knew if Starbucks was hiring.
Watching Fox News on the plane from Chicago from LA and starting an argument with the old man beside me because he was a bigot. Or because I am a bigot?
Remembering how much I enjoy riding a bike around, pedaling so fast that I don't have to for the next minute, coasting along and watching everything pass me by.
Sweating.
Worrying.
Dinner with family, getting my cousin to eat her vegetables.
Missing your soup and your hands.
I asked the man at the grocery store where the cream cheese was, and he said, 'between the beer and the butter'. Naturally.
The last image I have of my Chicago neighbourhood is, at 4:30am, an eight year old driving a car in the middle of the street, giving me an evil look that rivals the worst of my life.
Later that morning, a man who just arrived from Iran asking me if I knew if Starbucks was hiring.
Watching Fox News on the plane from Chicago from LA and starting an argument with the old man beside me because he was a bigot. Or because I am a bigot?
Remembering how much I enjoy riding a bike around, pedaling so fast that I don't have to for the next minute, coasting along and watching everything pass me by.
Sweating.
Worrying.
Dinner with family, getting my cousin to eat her vegetables.
Missing your soup and your hands.
2 comments:
So do you really intend on becoming a cop? I can't wait to see that. How's LA? Are you gonna visit Jon? I think he may be visiting the Niagara Region soon...
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