Outside this evening walking around, my black and white coat glossy as ever, I was feeling like a million dollars. Crisp, fresh, night even though the city is constantly shrouded in scents such as the burnt smell of overused train tracks, putrid trash, and cheeseburgers. My paws had a light, confident, gait. The city was beginning to feel like mine, my fate is to succeed here. My feelings of confidence are assured by a black, shifty looking fellow at the bus stop. His thoughts are aligned with mine as he says to me with his Issac Haye's sounding voice when I trot by, "Now there is a pimp."
I walk on to discover a silly man dancing to electronic music on the street corner in front of the Evil Olive. His pupils as wide as saucers and his pants as baggy as a prostitutes private parts, I automatically know that he has befriended a gal referred to as Molly this evening. This woman apparently gives you a euphoric feeling, and a false sense of confidence as seen in this man's fluid idiotic dance moves as he listens to his stereo pounding drum and bass sounds on the intersection of Ashland and Division.
I turn a sharp corner and start to run into a Chinese restaurant that is similar in lights and smells to Super Sub, but I am held back by my Nemesis who clearly has no good taste in food items.
A few blocks down Milwaukee from the corner of Division and I am back where I will be staying this evening, my quarters are sufficient for work I need to complete. I am tired and curled up on the bed, ready to crawl under the covers to the foot of the bed, the best spot for sleeping due to the smell and access of feet. The promise of a new day in this beautiful city is my last thought before I sign off.
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