I wish Bigfoot was real so that way if I have a bet with my dad, I’d win.
But he wouldn’t take the bet, so then my dad would say “No, cause he’s not real anyways.”
Windy City, or Chi-town, whatever you call it.
It’s a beautiful city despite some flaws.
Riding on the orange line all the way to downtown,
Seeing all the art on the buildings as they pass by.
The sky was a deep shade of dark purple and the sun wasn’t visible anymore.
I could feel the breeze coming from the lake, even through my sweater.
Green, blue, red, purple
Orange, yellow, grey, black, white,
Colors splattered across the city
Spray painted all over the outside walls of everything
On Thursday, January 10th from 6-8pm at the Chicago Teachers Union, we'll be releasing our latest compendium, which centers around the theme of discovery.