I had a fun Halloween weekend this year. A very large adventure, indeed. Saturday night, Anna invites me to a friend's party. I accept. We make a last-minute costume making trip to JoAnn's Fabric store, then eat dinner at Chipotle (their promotional hard truth - no foil hats = no free burrito). We hitchhike with a hungarian immigrant to the party. Sketchy. I experience midwestern suburbs for the first time. I ease into conversations about Buster, the dog, named after Buster Keaton (recent History of Comedy focus) and bring up Harold Lloyd to the superbly dressed Charlie Chaplin dude. Comedy geeks unite!
We head over to another party by bus. Anna (dressed as a Death Panel Reaper - "do you get it?") feels a sisterhood with every other costumed man, woman, child, and dog and initiates any and all conversations with them. A true go-getter. We exit bus and continue trek on foot...wandering for the next 1.5 hours. At many times, Death dragged me (true story). We amused ourselves when crossing restaurant windows, Death Reaper makes eye contact with diner and points at her watch. Finally arrive at party (kegger), nice people, nice music, nice dancing, good night.
Fast forward to Sunday night. to when I literally get shot in a drive-by.
My friend...Lynnae...and I find open mic to read some poetry and head south on Green Line...wayyyy south. California stop to be exact. Rundown area, dark night, broken glass everywhere, we hurry to the bar 3 blocks away named "Brown Sugar." The bar's closed, gated, chained. Shit. confused and dejected, we hurry back towards CTA. Before we can get around the corner, a car pulls up, driver takes out a gun, and I get shot in chest before they speed off. Not a bullet, thank God. Just a bb gun. After a moment of panic, I'm just surprised and irritated I didn't think to shout anything at them before they ran away. The title for this night - Brown Sugar BB Gun Bitch-Slap.
Laci told me exactly this would happen if I went South. She's my own Nostradamus apparently.
But I live to see another day
....of clown school. Yeahhh.
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