More of the unexpected from Chicago strangers. Yesterday, I took a taxi home along Division, with my arms full of discount linens from the Roosevelt Target. I talked to the driver about the high cost of living, the low cost of the Midwest, and being a playwright. He suggested that I should, perhaps, look into driving a taxi. At the end of the ride, he told me I was giving him too big of a tip because “you don’t have a job,” and tried to give it back. It was nice, but I made him keep it.

I’ve gotta get my s*** together
‘Cause I can’t live like this forever
You know I’ve come too far
And I don’t want to fail
I got a new computer
And a bright future in sales…
– Fountains of Wayne, BRIGHT FUTURE IN SALES