Notes from the Post it Wall | Week of July 28, 2019
I can’t put my finger on exactly why, but driving to and/or through Chicago’s western suburbs is an emotional drive through the deepest and darkest pools of my depression.
I can’t put my finger on exactly why, but driving to and/or through Chicago’s western suburbs is an emotional drive through the deepest and darkest pools of my depression.
We were warned by men in red leather jackets, plastic domes, and Rupert Pupkin.