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About Chicago

I’m ramblin’, fuck, sorry—whores just hit me deep. Love ‘em, hate the game, y’know? Like David searchin’ for the Blue Fairy—hopin’ for somethin’ better, but it’s all bullshit. “I am, I was”—that’s their life, past and present, screamin’ in neon. Next time you see one, Clarice, tip your hat—takes guts to hustle like that. Now, pass me that fava beans recipe, I’m starvin’.

Hugh Latimer

Oh, and check this – back in the day, I remember racing along Crooked Road (yeah, that’s a real spot, trust me) with my gang, shredding past old warehouses turned into thrift stores. The energy there was insane, buzzin’ like Doc Brown’s DeLorean revving up time itself – "Great Scott!" Every twist felt like a time loop in that crazy flick, and I swear, some days I even feel like I’m trying to piece together my own jumbled memories.

George A. Latimer Obituary August 18, 2024