5'7" / 172 lbs.

The intersection of Ashland and Clybourn, Chicago

Morning

 

No money offers.

One husky brown-haired man in a brown 2-door Chevrolet asked, "are you looking for a job?" He had an odd, exaggerated accent which could have been Russian or Puerto Rican. I spotted a pack of Newports sitting next to him.

"No, but thank you," I said.

At one point, I heard what I swore was a shout of "five seven!" from a thick African American woman in the passenger seat of a sporty and shiny black 2-door (Prelude? Neon? Prism?) that was curiously going the opposite direction of the traffic to which I was exposing my sign. Had they gone my direction already?

 

 

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