
| My name is Alex. |
| I live in Chicago. |
| I like music. |
| I like the internet(s). |
| I like coffee. |
| I like grapefruit. |
| Enjoy! |
So I was walking from my place to the Division Blue line stop to go to school one fine Tuesday morning, and as I was crossing the street and a man asked me if I knew my way around the Neighborhood.
Seeing as how any Chicagoan gets a hard-on off knowing how to get around and giving people directions, I decided to help.
“Yes, I do”
“Okay great thanks, could you tell me if there is a Starbucks around here?”
Now at this point I knew I shouldn’t have gotten involved. Although I am fully aware that there is a Starbucks at the corner of my street and Division, is it right of me to lead a perfectly harmless human being into the realm of mediocrity?
I thought of three possible solutions:
1) Direct him to the very near by Starbucks (Lose/Lose situation [I lose for telling him where the nearest shitty coffee place is, he loses because he has to drink it])
2) Tell him I am not sure (Win/Lose [He wins for not having to drink Starbucks, I lose for having lost my recently acquired hard-on])
3) Tell him I am not sure where there is a Starbucks, but there is a coffee shop down the street in the other direction that serves better coffee (A Bakery called ‘Lovely’ It serves Intelligentsia, and I highly recommend it if you are ever in West Town/Wicker Park). (Win/Win/Win: I still have my hard-on, he drinks good coffee, and I help out)
Unfortunately, I went with the worst, because he looked like a man who was in a hurry, (of course he is everyone that likes Starbucks is in a hurry) and led him to the nearest Starbucks.
He got his (shitty) fix, and I still have a hard-on.
I think I can live with myself.
tastes much better than microwaved coffee.
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Andrew Cleaned out the Fridge!
that is all..
can your fridge fit 90 beers and all the fixins? thought so!
and forget about my troubles.
pawwty tonight.
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