Monday, September 26, 2011


Seen on the Brown Line to the Loop at about 3:00 p.m., September 24th, 2011

Shelly is mad at her older sister Beth.

"Do you think it's 1991 or something?" Beth asked over breakfast. "Are you aware that this is Chicago, not Seattle? Grunge died a long time ago, my friend."

Shelly begs to differ. She's not "grunge." She just happens to like Soundgarden a lot. She saw them at Lollapalooza last year. That's why she has their patch on her backpack. As for her flannel shirt and ripped jeans, they're just comfortable. Why should she suck herself into skinny jeans and a belted blouse when she could wear this? And she just hasn't had time to re-dye her stringy hair, which is why it's still unevenly blue at the bottom.

Why do people always have to compare her personal choices to the past? How can she be nostalgic about something that she didn't really live through, anyway? Whatever. Shelly will do what she wants.

Busy busy busy. Much go-go dancing has been happening, which is delightful. But I saw this super grunge girl on the train the other day, and it was the 20 year anniversary of Nirvana's "Nevermind" album, too. So I felt like I had to write about her.

Monday, September 19, 2011


Seen on the Purple Line to Linden at about 9 a.m.

Janine’s small frame stiffens, her eyes scrunch up, and she releases three high-pitched sneezes. The germs spread over the heavy tome in her lap, infecting the words of the story, making the inconspicuous book perilous for the next person who checks it out from the library. The virus knits itself into her frumpy sweater, waiting to leap from her arms onto the hands and faces of the children for whom she cares. The disease drags itself down her pants and onto her mismatched socks, making abettors of her feet who will carry it everywhere she goes. Janine is an epidemic.

Decided to take a break at work and write this instead. I'm pretty pleased with it, because it's another drabble! This one was almost accidental; I did a word count and it was 99 words, so I decided to add one more, just for fun. You know how it is. Also, I keep forgetting that my amazing friend Leta made this for me: 
 I have fan art! How exciting is that? Answer: pretty damn exciting. 

Friday, September 16, 2011

Rusty; Lester

Rusty: Seen on Halsted Street at about 5:30 p.m. on August 27th, 2011

I lean against the wall of the store, one booted foot crossed over the other, smoking my cigarette. I tip my hat at all the ladies that pass by. I watch as the buses and cars struggle down Halsted. Chicago may not be a  wide, dusty plain, but it still begs to be explored. There are adventures to be had and wrongs to be righted. Injustice surely lurks in a city of so many people. But this town ain't big enough for the both of us.

Lester: Seen on the Purple Line to the Loop at about 4:40 p.m., September 19th, 2011

Lester, sloppily dressed, lugs the huge plastic-wrapped canvas onto the train and plops himself down. It is a chilly day; nevertheless, sweat gleams on his round, pimply chin and underneath his eyeglasses. He pulls out a bag and checks its contents over and over, nervously preparing himself for his presentation. This could be his lucky day. He has worked hard on this advertising campaign. If the bank likes it, his name will be made. No more put-downs, no more embarrassments, no more struggles. His is the sweat of desperate dreamers.

I know, I know. Shame on me. I forgot to mention I was going to Ireland for a while, and then my life got all crazy again. Also, I was working on a short story for a Gothic story contest, but I could never get past the first two paragraphs. They were awesome, but whenever I tried to continue it was awful.  Too used to flash fiction, I guess. Maybe I'll post them on here at some point. I also started writing another story for the blog the other day, and that definitely turned into a story more about my fictional self rather than any stranger. So I figured it couldn't really go on the blog. We'll see what happens to that one. Anyway, tonight it's my friend Felipe's birthday! So I must run. Until next time.