MIDNIGHT CONFESSIONS

 I typed this up on Facebook and because that's the way I roll, I photographed the pages and pasted them here. I'll repost on my FB author page just to confuse the hell out of everybody..

You do you.

THESE ARE KNOWN AS "LAKE MICHIGAN CLOUDS", THEY TERMINATED RIGHT ALONG CICERO

ONE WOULD THINK THIS WOULD BE OVER...CRAWLSPACE 3

My brother-in-law replaced the battery. See, you first fill it with liquid sulfuric acid, replace it in its little box, and all is good. But he left the old battery in the crawlspace. For now, since we don't know where to dispose of it as it still has acid in it, or at least ON it, thanks to spastic old me. Well, the house soon smelled like sulfur. Again, I went in the crawlspace. Covered the old battery with towels. For now, all is good. But to recap, these are the head wounds I've given to myself over the last nine days. And one on my left hand.

AN EXAMPLE OF THE CRAWLSPACE'S HELL, PARTICULARLY WHEN YOU ARE SPASTIC

THE CRAWLSPACE, YOU'VE BEEN LIVING HELL TO ME...

Sung to the tune of "San Quentin" in Johnny Cash's voice. As with my previous post re: Vito & Nick's, in lieu of any literary news I'm posting random melodrama or old-timey memories. For now, the battery is dead for my back-up sump pump. This means I have to press a button on it every 24 hours otherwise it will start beeping. Normally, I am supposed to refill it with distilled water, but this time around it is dead. Nine years of a five to seven year life, so pretty good. Now I wait for the snow to melt so I can go buy a replacement. Oh, and the crawlspace runs the length of my living room, has many pipes, and one has to inch forward like they are in trench warfare to get to the damn thing. This will likely be out of sequence, but enjoy. And, yes. I cut my head.

VITO & NICK'S, MAY 2018: best pizza in Chicago, first time there since 1998

Vito and Nick Barraco opened their place in 1966. That jacket right there is a badger of honor for me, they don't even sell them anymore. The place is at 84th & Pulaski, and I lived at 85th from 1966-1999. Both men are long gone, but their daughters have carried on the name, there are Baracco's stand up pizza joints and a few restaurants in the south suburbs.