Ask Me If I Have a Stomach Ache in the Morning

It's midnight, and I just came back from my first Maxwell Street experience. As I'm standing there in the street, next to a highway, with a bunch of...uh...people around us, using James' car as table, splitting a (rather delicious, I must say) Polish sausage w/ Michael, I realized two things:

1. This ain't no Dallas no more.
2. The Chicago skyline really is striking.