Caribou, My Transit Man

Caribou (Nicholas II), my opal ring's gold is looking more regal now. Maybe that memory, of its extraction, is not good for you. Your hands are just fine now. No more malady. You are a strong warrior, ready for anything that comes your way. Last night, with two very complicated wheelchair riders, it took me about 75 minutes to get to Northtown from downtown. Old Chicago will need a shake down this week. Just tunnel through any squad car you can get up there. They are there and they are going to have to serve the people who come through the door. They are serving children in the bar, and that is illegal. They could lose their liquor license, but that is their own problem, I just order from the cheaper Happy Hour food choices, I write while listening to music, and then I get out of vicinity. I say nothing. I get pretty physically ill each time. YOU know what that means. I must be careful as Japan comes through and around me, I must quell the urge to purge frequently.