i read high rise stories, i'd always wondered where did all those people go. i still wonder. some of them just disappeared.  now i'm reading that sudhir venkatesh book i'd avoided because of the dumb title gang leader for a day but it's interesting, i believe it, but it still seems somewhat fabricated.  how normal the gangs are. how they integrate with the politicians and cops and good neighbors, that is interesting. the money made from drugs, how it suffuses the whole economy. i think again about how the day after we invaded afghanistan and released the poppy farmers wall street shot up in joyous hurrahs.

harold washingtree

wishing on harold washingtree

i swear i will pay this city back everything this city has given me.

the master of the universe.

is a golden bear.

weak blue supernova event in harold washington park ahem.

the law of uniquity or

wishing washing tree.