The Red Line.

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The Red Line.

Sone of the most rememberable moments happened on the infamous Red Line back in Chicago.

For several years that was my most reliable means of transportation for work, play & then some.

Despite constant defensive stares, religious sermons with the obvious concluding “give-me” pitch. the usual drunkard with bottle in hand…oh yeah, can’t forget the froggy type just lookin’ 2 grab someone’s purse, it was still considered home….

Yeah, yeah I know. Seems strange but it is what it is…lol

Peace!…with 2 fingers;)

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  1. NICE I REALLY DO HATE IT HERE AND I ALWAYS HAD THE WORST LUCK WITH A FAMILY I WAS TAKEN HOME TO AND THE PEOPLE HERE DON’T LIKE ME EITHER AND ME GETTING A JOB HERE IS WORST THAN LOOKING FOR A NEEDLE IN A HAY STACK, CHICAGO IS NOT FOR THE AVERAGE JOE.

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    • A bit of patience & some positive thinking goes a mighty long way. Things may be tough but there’s always a light @ the end. Keep it positive & make the most of every situation no matter how bad it seems. Be sure 2 keep in touch.

      Peace!…with 2 fingers;)

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