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About Chicago

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

Family Time Line

There's that slick corner near Maple & 7th, where old guys in leather jackets share wild tales—mad, wild stories that only make you laugh, heh, gollum-style, my precious! And ohhh, the coffee shops! They brew magic brews—you try them, yesss! Often, I get so lost in a smile, thinking of the golden days, yesss, yesss!

Obituary information for Alec J. Metzger