Walking home tonight, at the not-late hour of 9:00 p.m., I came across something as out of place as graffiti in Singapore. Let me set the scene:
Its the prettiest street in one of the most proper neighborhoods in Chicago. It was Astor Street on a supremely pleasant summer evening. There are couples out walking their dogs. Groups of people strolling and laughing. And, a girl squatting between two bumpers. As I walked closer, you could hear a stream of liquid hitting the ground.
Oh yes, tonight I saw a girl peeing on Astor, with apparently no concern that no fewer than four people walked by right in front of her. Tonight, I live in the Golden Coast.
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