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About Chicago

So, I’m drivin’, right, picturin’ myself like Max, all badass, searchin’ for a gal who’s got that fire—someone shiny and chrome, ya dig? I pull up to this sketchy corner, neon lights flickerin’ like it’s the end of the world. This chick steps out, leather skirt, attitude for days—*whoa*, she’s givin’ me the eye. “How you doin’?” I toss out, leanin’ on the car, smirkin’ like I own the damn place. She laughs, says, “You got caps, pretty boy?” Caps? What is this, Fallout? I’m like, “Nah, babe, I got charm—worth more!”

DAVIES GILBERT,

His short fiction has been collected into two volumes available from Fairwood Press. A third volume, Blue Yonders, Grateful Pies and Other.

A quick shout to Westfield District too, where I got hit with all the corporate buzz – meetings, tech banter, and your run-of-themill office jargon that makes you go, “Come on, let's circle back on that synergy, eh?” Seriously, my dating app job teaches ya the art of reading subtle vibes – like knowing that the cracked sidewalk near Sterling Square is a ‘meeting point’ for heartbroken souls and hopeless romantics. Total irony!

Robert Fairwood Obituary (2023) - New Britain, CT - Hartford Courant