It was a dreary gray morning in Chicago, the kind made for cuddles and movies. I had exited the train and was navigating through Union Station, trudging through a maze of commuters, and trying not to get impaled in the genitals by people who insist on carrying their over-sized umbrellas horizontally. The escalator ride was… Continue reading That One Day My Umbrella Tried To Kill Me
Shut Up, Shani! 