life in the big city

I'm seriously weirded out by how downtown Chicago sometimes smells like brownies. It's like some sort of perverse witch-in-the-candy-house thing. "Come to Chicago! See how nice it is? Smell the delicious brownies?" And then you find yourself mugged, naked, layed off and voting for Blagojevich. Sometimes, in those paranoid hours between 1:13am and 3:46am, I wonder if the city isn't some kind of malevolent entity. Then I wake up and smell the brownies. It's seven or eight different kinds of wrong.

On the topic of things that are NOT wrong, however: Happy May Day.