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Escape from Chicago

Last year I depart­ed the windy city on a ear­ly fri­day morn­ing (Aug 31), approx­i­mate­ly 6ish AM. My next stop would be: Car­rboro, North Car­oli­na.

Time to des­ti­na­tion in total: 12 hours. With 2 nights off the road, not so bad.

The last few min­utes I spent I had to help car­ry my own bed, which I’d bequeathed to my upstairs neigh­bor on the 3rd floor of Ridge­way apart­ments. Nice black woman named ‘Paris’ (lol) and her son inher­it­ed my space aged mat­tress. There was a cer­tain con­nec­tiv­i­ty between Chica­go renters, like we’re a secret soci­ety who lav­ish­es a bit of gen­eros­i­ty toward one anoth­er. Chica­go is a harh, cold, des­o­late city. It was­n’t always like this, but the greedy and oppres­sive lib­er­al left mafia installs a sys­tem of mal­ware into the upper ech­e­lons of gov­ern­ment which bleeds its par­a­sitic host of all resources, like a vam­pire real­ly.

I don’t blame these greedy, cor­rupt lib­er­als because the peo­ple will­ing­ly elect them into office. Nobody forced them to. And all of these peeps who did so aren’t from Chica­go at all. Usu­al­ly they came from some tin­sel­town back­wa­ter place in the deep boonies of Michi­gan, Wis­con­sin, Indi­ana or even Iowa, It was such a tran­sient place, which kind of made me snick­er at that. I won­dered what these peo­ple must have thought to them­selves, that mov­ing to the big city some­how made them sophis­ti­cat­ed and upscale. As if Chica­go was a place bustling with oppor­tu­ni­ty and bless­ings, a land over­flow­ing with milk & hon­ey. Lit­tle do they real­ize it was a greedy vam­pire, a mas­ter thief, a skilled assas­sin, and a trap­door spi­der. If you want­ed a very vivid, unde­ni­able exam­ple of the effect of the lib­er­al mafi­a’s influ­ence on a place Chica­go is that exam­ple: vio­lence, cor­rup­tion, offen­sive tax­a­tion. Even now in the midst of this nasty pan­dem­ic gun vio­lence is still rag­ing in Chi­town, it’s far worse and incur­able than even COVID-19 is.

So I left, dri­ving incred­i­bly fast past down­town, and once the sky­scrap­ers were behind me I felt pret­ty wierd. Like going on an extend­ed road trip only not going back was strange, a phan­tom limb in my soul if you will. I had a trunk full of belong­ings and a dog in my back seat, the rest of my fur­ni­ture was being insert­ed into a pub­lic stor­age lock­er in a town called Car­rboro where my fam­i­ly is. I don’t remem­ber the last time I took such an extend­ed adven­ture from life, in and of itself a pecu­liar­i­ty. I had chart­ed out my course:

  • Chica­go to Indi­anapo­lis: 2.5–3 hrs.
  • Rest in Indi­anapo­lis for an hour, then onward to Lex­ing­ton, KY.
  • Stay in Lex­ing­ton overnight at Rama­da inn.
  • Next day, dri­ve to Asheville, NC: 3.5 hrs.
  • Asheville to Car­rboro, NC: 3.5–4 hrs.

The jour­ney from Chica­go to Indi­apo­lis was slow, I had to pass up a great deal of trucks and it was only a 2 lane high­way that cut through flat idyl­lic scenery. Farms, and more farms of Amer­i­ca. As much as I’d liked Indi­ana I nev­er actu­al­ly trav­eled this far in it, and nev­er been to their capi­tol, which I thought would be a dull, dry place. It was very much a col­lege town, with nice rus­tic archi­tec­ture in the state build­ings through­out down­town. Imme­di­ate­ly you see the dif­fer­ence in peo­ple, more friend­lier and less jad­ed than Chicagoans, who I likened to humans hav­ing hiber­nat­ed the major­i­ty of their lives, who social dis­tanced well before the out­break.

I stopped into some deriv­a­tive of Mar­riot hotel chain, they attach some for­get­table trendy name and are clear­ly try­ing to appeal to either col­lege stu­dents or Tar­get fash­ion­ista’s. I steal past the concierge and go to relieve my nag­ging blad­der in the nice, pris­tine lob­by men­sroom. On my way out I help myself to some rather deli­cious Star­bucks cof­fee that’s freely avail­able, heh heh. Nev­er offer a Chicagoan free cof­fee they’ll drink a gal­lon. I play with my dog in the park for a few so he’s not pent up. A throng of home­less gath­ered on bench­es seemed delight­ed by Sabi’s pup­py­ish per­son­al­i­ty. I call my sis­ter and told her I was drink­ing some free cof­fee I obtained from the hotel lob­by and she was call­ing me a cheap­skate, heh heh it’s not about being cheap, it’s about hav­ing urban sur­vival skills. You have to think like you’re a super spy, an oper­a­tive on a mis­sion. She’s putting me up in her lux­u­ri­ant airBNB for 2 months. She offered 6 months orig­i­nal­ly but I could­n’t imag­ine that long. Want­ed to get my own place and get set­tled, real­ly. 2 months felt like 6 though.

Lex­ing­ton, KY: I was a bit bummed I missed the exit to Colonel Sander’s home­town of Hen­ryville, Indi­ana. Next time I’ll have to stop through there (if there is a next time). I don’t forsee myself tra­vers­ing that way any­time soon.

The hous­es in Lex­ing­ton are craft­ed in an intrigu­ing archi­tec­tur­al style, they looked unique, dis­tinc­tive, regal. Intense heat here was more intense­ly hot that I imag­ined. It had start­ed to already cool down back in Chi­town so this made me glad. Wow I thought, now this is sum­mer. It made me quite hap­py, real­ly. I hat­ed win­ter, and longed for life some­where that lacked that sea­son entire­ly. Here in NC they shut every­thing down if there’s a lick of snow on the ground. My first win­ter here and snow last­ed for 2 days then was gone.

I could­n’t help but to feel excit­ed. I’d been a city boy for so long, mov­ing to a place I’m com­plete­ly new to…wait til they get a load out of me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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