I've realized something these past two or so years living in Chicago. It's mid-west territory, obviously something I wasn't manufactured for, especially with all the mysteries it brings. But, like a less (
much less) manly Teddy Roosevelt, I ventured into this untamed and uncharted territory and, while I certainly haven't become the
cowboy he was, I'd say I'm doing puh-retty,
well. Except for one small thing, that I just can't seem to shake. I should preface this by saying, I'm
more than aware of how particular this is; it's boarder line insane that I'm actually putting words to this, but hey, ya gotta give the people what they want. And that is a Sam-itorial (kinda like "
editorial"; thank you Musers). Am I prepared for the friends I'll lose after this? That's a risk you take in this industry (what industry?). And before you mutter to yourself after reading, oh lets say the forth paragraph, "you're ridiculous" or "this is ridiculous" might I make this counter point? You're ridiculous.
