The Greater Times
Hanging around my girlfriends is like huffing compressed joy. These days, however, I have to make a trip all the way to Chicago to do so. Chicago is like a flat wasteland of fat people, only on their way to getting fatter, a sad excuse for a city. Other than that, we had a great time. Because it's the company you keep, see, not where you're keeping it. Although I can't think of a single thing we did over the course of two days, I know for a fact that it was fun. But damnit, I wish my friends weren't so dissipated.