Not A Family Tradition...

Yo! Sup, my people? Are you there? And then there was light...

Reality dawns...

Chicago Is Not My City! You can't make me do anything in Chicago, ever again! The city holds nothing for me, it is dead to me! I keep telling myself, "I told you so, I told you so" and hitting myself really hard for dealing, or should I say attempting to deal with shit.

Let's just say my Chicago weekend sucked. Despite that, my family is planning a huge deal in Chicago next year. First: I will not attend because it involves the Cubs and some stupid skybox and, second: MY FAMILY IS FUCKING CRAZY! I am limiting myself to phone calls for a bit.

I am now going to focus on my next big thing, the race! I can't wait! Atta, boy Carl! I might reconsider the babies thing for that man! Ha, ha!

Speaking of babies, I AM OLD! No wrinkle or gray hair (I would never know since I change it every other week) but I do feel like it. I think it might be from living so close to my family. They make me feel old, not to mention drive me insane! Meds Please!

I am the person your parents warned you about and their parents before them, and so on and so on...