Where have all the cowboys gone?

Well hellooooo fans,

Guess what? I am in Chicago! Friday I'll be at my usual unimaginative hangout drinking and dancing my ass off around midnight...

Sorry for the lack of updates; I have just been so busy being miserable I forget that I can turn on the fuzzy warmth of my laptop and pretend to talk to people who have already forgotten me.

Here is a FAQ for convenience:

1. yes, i was in england since november for work.
2. i feel neutral about the work part.
3. it's very rainy and there was no snow. i know there was snow here.
4. the cultural differences are both staggering and interesting. they say "pavement" instead of "sidewalk," and act prissy a lot.
5. i don't have a lot of friends there at all, although i am learning all about sinful "breakfast cereal!"
6. i don't do things that are very interesting there, but i did get forcibly thrown out of a klub by my shirt collar. also, i took a drawing class and i work a lot.
7. there was a murder* downstairs where i live.
8. it made me kind of scared but content in a weird alarming way.
9. yes, you can buy me a drink if you so desire.
10. during my stay here i am living in domestik BLISSE! don't ask.

My next post will be all about my exquisite new idea for a parfum! Yess. Maybe also an update about my gaming experiences with co-workers.

<3,
Polish Mike

* A few days before I left for Chicago I woke up, walked out of my apartment and walked straight into a policeman. The entire area by my door was taped off, and there were about 3 or 4 police cars. They asked me if I heard anything strange at night, or in the early morning, and when was the last time I left my apartment. I was groggy and confused, I told them I didn't leave my place at all yesterday, because I was sick. I asked what happened, but they didn't tell me, just took down my name and exact address. Then I looked into the wide open door of the store that is right below my flat. There was a pile of clothes laying on the floor. No one was inside. I didn't think much of it, the police let me go and I went to work.

The funny thing is when I searched for "murder" in my neighbourhood, there were so many articles I didn't know which one to click. My favourite was a 26 yo architect who emigrated from the states; he was stabbed by a homeless man during lunch break. I was like "gawd, he sounds like he deserved it, stupid young promising architect." Then I paused and said out loud "oh, wait that guy sounds like me. HA!" I think most people that sit near me have learned to ignore random outbursts of internet surprise.

Also, the neighbourhood is where jack the ripper lived and operated! Some things never change...