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There was a bully by the name of Gary who transferred to our grammar school when we were twelve. I saw him and immediately my sense of well being was threatened. I sensed trouble. I became vigilant about him knowing my own vulnerability for being bullied. I was a chicken plain and simple and dreaded bullies. Gary was the type of kid who tried to intimidate anyone who would show any weakness or fear toward him. The bullying could take place in the classroom when the teacher was not looking, in the bathroom, the lunchroom, in the park, or the playground. No place in the neighborhood was safe for me. He would assault any boy he sensed would be a victim. It seems that bullies can tell who will be their prey. I met Gary in grade school when we were both twelve years old. He looked at me in the bathroom and said "what are you?” I said" what do you mean"? He looked straight in my face and I knew he had my number. Fear and dread ran through my stomach. He said "stays ...

Drunken bitch gets in my #Lyft car and says take her to an address near downtown Chicago. We arrive at the destination but she insists that we are not in the right place. The GPS indicates we are, She gets abusive and starts screaming at  me to take her to the place she wants to go to. I say we are there.  She is screaming like the disgusting spoiled brat she is threatening that she will have me locked up if I will not keep driving to get  her to this imaginary destination. I tell her that the ride is over, that the meter is off, and to leave the car. She refuses. She says that her dad is a policeman. I hand her my phone and tell her to call him. She screams unintelligibly again and demands I get her to this fictitious address. As I was about to call the cops I see three  of them walking towards my car. I open the door and start yelling at them to get this drunken nut out of my car. They pull her out after seeing she is drunk. I drive away with her now screaming...

This punk called for a ride in my cab. He gets in the car after making me wait for about 15 minutes while he walked down into the street from his garbage can of an apartment building. He got in the cab and I asked "where would you like to go, sir"? This gross looking little asshole immediately buried his face in his cell phone. He answers me, "just drive straight ahead'. I'll tell you where to go". He  is immediately very absorbed in an obviously shady conversation about where to meet someone to make a drop off. That is what I can interpret. Seems like a dope deal getting set up  I didn't care but I still wanted to know what part of town we were going to. It is Chicago after all.. I drive another couple blocks and then he says "turn here". It was into a street that goes right to the most dangerous ghetto  in Chicago. I got even more concerned when he mumbled that we have to make more stops along the way after the first one.  I  decided I ...

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Write, write write, I am a 67 year old guy who wants to leave his mark on the world and writing is the one approach I can think of.  I certainly will never run out of content. I blew a ton of money because I am a compulsive who built a small business newspaper in the 80,s and 90,s. I have lived a life of sex, drugs, and chasing women.I sit here alone and depressed. I have great children and grandchildren, no debts because I have been bailed out, I'm healthy...but..life sucks. Depression is destroying me. I started the newspaper with literally no money but I was great at selling ads. So, in a few years I had the newspaper it up to a million dollar volume and 25 people working for me. I didn’t know shit about managing a business or publishing or anything that makes a good publication.. But man, could I hustle that advertising space. On the phone, in person, selling subscriptions or selling full page ads to IBM or the corner store.. It did not matter. I was a great hustler. ...

It's bleak and dark in Chicago. Gonna rain.

                               David's Top Food Dives in Chicago Kumas-2900 W Belmont- Fabulous Burgers Jay's Beef-North Av west of Damen-As good as any I've eaten Hero Submarine-Western and Addison-Perfect Jeri's all night diner-Western and Montrose They give you the whole can with the milkshake- unheard of the Diner on Irv Park Rd. a few blocks west of Ashland av-That white shack Ricobenes- Great breaded steaks and pizza On 26th St near Wells. St                        MORE PLACES LATER IF I GET IN THE MOOD