That One Day My Umbrella Tried To Kill Me

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

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