A Time Warp Series

I do these weekly drives in my smoke car with my cigar. I just randomly drive around the city, and I do it to just get out of the house for an hour or two.

Today it “feels like” 3 degrees out with wind chill. I saw the 26-year old version of myself waiting at a CTA bus stop. Just freezing my balls off waiting for the next god damn bus to come along.

I remember the exhilaration of just living in the city and being so content with whatever it was that I had going on at the time. I rarely recall saying “fuck my life” to myself as I think I would nowadays if I had to wait at a CTA stop for the next god damn bus to come along at 3 degrees.