Someone write me a song about union dues and the expenses of living in a city that would charge you for a sidewalk license if they could get away with it.
Also the sheer stupidity of spending your precious-little expendable income on cans of spraypaint, second-hand barbies and glue sticks to make a little piece of art.
I met up with my cousin Andy last night. He moved away for 4 years and is back now. He was the one soul I knew in Chicago when I moved here 9 years ago. We tried to sum up our respective past 4 years for each other.
I said this was [maybe] the biggest lesson I'd learned:
Never underestimate others' insecurities.
He said this was [maybe] the biggest one for him:
The distance between where you are now and where you want to be is way smaller than you imagine.
I'm glad he's back.