“On the run from Johnny Law. Ain’t no trip to Cleveland.” – Dignan, pt. 2

We awoke at 6:00 am in the gray mist of the woods licking the windows of the exact opposite of nature, the cab of a 16 foot moving truck. With back and neck sore and face and mind and hair tussed to an almost unrecognizable mish mash of homeless confusion I started up the monster … Continue reading

“On the run from Johnny Law. Ain’t no trip to Cleveland.” -Dignan, pt.1

The preparations for moving are many and it is this that I always forget. Though I was unemployed for the last week and a half that I was in Chicago I was far from getting everything done/packed/cleaned before my big-hearted friends came over to help me load the behemoth truck. Amber summed it up best … Continue reading