Respect Authority

Chicago’s icy claws have loosened from my neck, allowing for wholesome trips to the beach a few blocks from my apartment, and some unwholesome as well — which obviously include a lot more smuggling of alcohol and much less photography.

What can I even say here that hasn’t already been said? Water just looks better in America. Sorry exotic beaches of the world, you just can’t compete with the Midwest’s proud collection of gigantic mud puddles. The lakes are called “Great” for a reason, and I’ll let you in on a little secret, it’s not because of their size. It’s because they’re in the U-S-mother-fucking-A. Read More ›