chicago -yeah, yeah.

yeah. so we went to the windy city.
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Pre-Trip....

At first I was just going to go purchase some shoes.....nike air max wrights to be exact (I'm picky), kind-of like this, but in reg. black, black with a pattern, and white, and 10x better...

...but no shoe store had the ones that I wanted... so I have to order them offline. So I went to Chicago instead.

First I was going to switch vehicles. My car is ....shitty....and I was going to drive "my other car" (by "my other car" I mean the car that my mother owns but neglects to utilize so I've been hoarding its usage for myself)...because it's better than mine, and safer, and cooler, and all that ish...but it needed a new spark plug.

My brother tried fixing it.

It took him about 10 hours to realize that he couldn't.
Don't even ask.

So, the next morning, we drove jay's shitty ford escort to Chicago.

Now...as I recollect on the drive...I'm surprised my car made it there, around town a bit, AND back.

I will be selling/practically giving away my shitty car in the next few weeks.

hopefully.

Anyways...Chicago was fun granted that we didn't kill each other, it was pretty cold, and that we only stayed there about a day and a half.

...small assortment of pics coming sooner than you thought...

yeah.

FACE.

my friend heel-toe...the bro. like...not my brother, but A BRO.
(bro: wears abercrombie and fitch, utilizes phrases like "dude," "what," and "oh my god, man" extremely often; plays ultimate frisbee...)

BO. last name unnecessary...with the awesome Joker-Batman tee.

we met up with Imani, who was already in town because this is her second home.

Imani's friend Rita's bench.

Pizzeria Uno

ME...Heel-toe

Chelbz....Bo

and we mostly shopped and did really stupid stuff like this...

and this...

and this...

and this.

and we liked the michigan ave.

now that i think about it, we took more pictures of us being ourselves in Chicago, rather than taking pictures of Chicago itself. I guess we've all been there a few times, so we're not complete tourists, we just get tired of how small St. Louis can be on Fridays and Saturdays.

blah.