New Places And New Faces

We began to walk down Clark Street and turned down School Street. Jenny was pointing out all the cool sites like Café Voltaire and the incense shop. The street was loaded with a mix of gutter punks, whakadoos, drug addicts, and punk and goth kids. It kind of seemed like the old west. As we walked we heard various people yelling shit . Turning the corner we saw that the line to Medusas was up to the alley on the side of the building.

“Here we go, babe! Almost there.” Jenny said.

“If we don’t get killed first! I said noticing a burnt out car in front of me.

“David, don’t be such a pussy! Like, your parents got you totally believing that it's so bad around here. Nothing ever happens.”

“I dunno, it's starting to get dark out.” I said.

Then out of nowhere, this voice comes out and says,

“THE FUCK YOU MEAN DARK MOTHA FUCKA?”

I turned my head and this Black gutter punk came over to us. By this point, Jenny was clutching on to my arm for dear life while some of the other kids in line found this amusing.

“Sir, I wasn’t referring to you.” I said nervously.

“Better not be.” He mumbled as he walked past. “Crazy white boy. Lookin like a unicorn an’ shit. Ain’t nobody messes with ‘ol Chicago here. Gonna beat you and take a picture with your camera!”

“Okay, like don’t say anything else that can get us killed!” Jenny bitched.

“I’m not. Let’s just hope the line gets moving.” I said.

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