Whenever I’m with my parents…I tend to regress. Does this happen to you?
And the longer I’m there, the worse it gets.
At first, it feels kinda pleasant. The cab is speeding along the expressway, and I’m looking at all the parts of chicago whizzing by, and thinking the same thoughts I had as a teenager. What pretty skyscrapers! What ugly neighborhoods! I cannot wait to make a decent living so I can GET OUT OF THIS COLD.
By the time I clomp through the lobby and up to my parents’ swanky pad, I’m around sixteen, give or take. I no longer feel competent to vote, for example.
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