Busy day Saturday. Brooklyn had a gig at Andy's, which is a jazz club downtown. Right nearby, window-washing equipment fell off of the Hancock tower and crushed two cars and killed four folks. So I risked my life to go see my roomie's gig!

Went shoe shopping at this really cool store. Picked out a pair that were $90 but on clearance. The clerk said, "If you have $30 cash on you right now, I'll let you walk out of here with those shoes but without a receipt." I asked if they were going to fall apart as soon as I left the store. "I work from 11 to 7 on weekends. You have an eight-hour window to come kick my ass." He put the cash in his wallet. Then he said, "Speak of this to noone, and you shall live."

Then we went to hang out at my friend Mayo Mick's house with her sister and cousin. One of those apartments fulla immi-gints. They moved from Micktown to Oak Lawn, which was an absolute nightmare. They have no streetsigns, and when you pull into a car lot to turn around cuz you passed the street that you might be looking for but it didn't have a sign, the cops pull you over. Then they say to follow them to the road you want but they forget and drive back to the station instead. Then there are drunk drivers swerving all over the streets. It's really terrifying when you're driving down the street, and someone's coming towards you swerving across their two lanes AND yours, and then when you miraculously miss them, they spin out and come after you. We were lucky to make it home alive.