i remember coming to the city as young boy, seeing a homeless camp on lower wacker. always in the backseat, looking out the window, wondering. who are those people? where do they come from? i'd see it almost weekly. seems like voyerism now, what did i know though, i was like 9. they cleaned up all that now a days, but i wonder about that often. the city, at least the downtown areas, are so "beautified" now, so made up. those experiences have fueled my imagination. november nights, people huddled, trying to stay warm. fictional account of something very real.

Me: *starts laughing*

Roommate 1: What?

Me: I come in here to ask you a question and I see you eating a piece of ham while talking on the phone.

Roommate 2: Oh that's nothing. I came in here and she was on the floor smelling her ham.

Me: Oh my gosh... HAHAHAHA!

Starting a diet and working my ass off everyday so my team can take home first place and so we can raise the most money for PTP!