Thursday, July 13, 2006

The arc of history is long but it bends toward justice

Longtime readers may recall the bitter conflict I once has with the Adversary. The Adversary was a scary old man who lived beneath me that used to bang on the door to my apartment late at night (anytime between 9pm and 6am) because of the "noise" my roommate and I used to make. By which he meant us talking to each other, watching the Daily Show or walking around. He would piously inform us that it was "time for sleeping". Our generally worthless landlords told us that he had been in the building seventeen years and they weren't going to do anything about it. He would bang on the door like the Gestapo, threaten me when he saw me outside the building, and we're fairly sure he slashed my roommate's bike tires some time ago.

A few months ago, he and his evil crone wife moved away/and or were recalled to Hell, where they are currently being tortured by demons as punishment for their failure to rattle us much.

Obviously they didn't fit in with the changing demographics of Lincoln Square i.e. younger than eight hundred.

Anyway, my new downstairs neighbor is delightful. Delightful because he plays very pretty music. Rather than bang him on the door, I will silently thank him.

Oh, I've finally eaten at Portillo's and found it good. Let there be light.

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