The Long Way Back

I meant to crash at Kevin's tonight given that my research into
transit back to Humboldt Park would be nigh-impossible without a cab,
but that proved impossible due to his loud TV, incorrigible piece of
shit IKEA futon, and pervasive chewing noises at 4 am, so I decided to
bail.

I'm now sitting fairly near Foster Beach, watching the angry lake roll
in from the darkness, and I find myself returning to the day that I
lost my job, with the metaphor of the lake being my life's endless
cycle of chaos, of the building up and the destruction of various
facets (be they life, love, or finance), and I don't know if I feel
that way anymore given that I've taken steps to remove myself from
that and into a different life altogether with the help of several new
friends.

I'm actually pretty happy with what I have now despite it being fairly
fucked compared to everyone else.

I'd love to write more but the rain now falls in earnest and I must
seek shelter.

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