stepped off the bus in chicago winter not cold two nights sleeping in beat apartment under the el train pink line (sometimes blue line) mexican district walking into apartment hearing old blues song playing on old turn table 'how appropriate' I thought two days ordering food in spanish (dos aguas por favor) an aritst kind of dark type comics written on wall and instruments host's band sounds like funeral dirge New years night drunk aragon ballroom the show the lights and magnificent coldness that whips your face makes you alive girls to the front of the line empty forms becoming and uncoming in a void that never stirred what else?
