I”m from Champaign Urbana, its the 217! and its pretty dope.  I tend to drink too much when i’m there, and that’s ok, because i’m not there too much.  This isn’t about drinking though, it’s about…. well, I”m not sure what its about.  Something about the quite times there, and the loud times here I think.

I”m motivated to put my fingers to the keys this moment because of all the fucking car horn honking that goes on here in Chicago.  I feel like I never heard a car horn until I moved here 5 years ago.  There is something unnerving about the mechanical sound of a horn, its cold and rude, and really has no place in society.  Ok, sure…. your driving, your brakes go out, and you need to let the fools playing dice in middle of the road know your about to hit them.  Yeah, in that case, and some others that are close to that, it is perfectly ok to honk your car horn.  I moved from my last apartment because of car horns, seriously.  I lived on Pierce and Kedzie, 1/2 a block south of North.  We lived off an alley.  Holy shite, Puerto Ricans can honk a car horn.   The art of honking when your coming out of an alley, about to cross a sidewalk, they have it down.  No subtle one quick honk here, were talking a fucking song.   Think of any beat you can, and apply that to a car horn.  That’s the deal over there.  All Day, All Night, honk honk honky honkity honk.  But that wasn’t really the worst of the honking.  This next level of car honking annoyance is not relegated to any one ethnic group, nope.  The I”m to lazy to get out of my car and knock on a door, or I don’t want to use a single minute of my wireless plan to call the people i’m picking up, or can’t use a text to let them know i’m here, yeah… you know it, its the honk honk honk honk honk honk honk, “I’m here” honk.  This honk has followed me around Chicago.  I”m on Ada now, a cute little side street off of Chicago Ave, and well.. it’s worse here.  There are more fat people I see around the block, so i’m going to go with lazy, and their lazy ass friends.   Morning, Noon, Afternoon, Eve, and yes.. Late Night.   These fools will honk their asses off.  I”m not into any kind of money, and constantly live in some poor hood, and when i’m at any kind of “moneyed up” area, I notice instantly that I’m not hearing a single car horn.  I did live on Potomac, in Wicker Park… No horns there, well except for the, sorry to say… Puerto Rican family that lived in the garden unit of my building.  This is starting to sound like I have beef with Puerto Rican’s eh?  I don’t.  I love me some grown men on blinged out bikes, its my jam.  So yeah, i’m thinking that some people just don’t have it in them to think about sleeping babies, chill people, and well, their neighbors.  That must be some soft trait that can’t be recognized by the peeps on my block.  I’m saving my Black Folk and the art of cell phone talking for another day.  On the horn honking tip, I must seem kinda crazy to some people, when i’m hanging out of my window yelling, “What the fuck is wrong with you and your car horn”,  yeah, i do that.  I think its kinda funny.  I”m sure it could escalate into some real beef with someone, but see… that would be cool, because I hate the car horn so much, that I might really be into whopping someones ass over it.  I remember my mom telling a friend of hers that was picking us up, to not honk the horn, because she could see her pull up in the driveway, and that it wasn’t needed.  I think that is the moment as a child that I must have learned that car horns are for emergencies only.  So if you want to have some fun with me, come pick me up, and just honk to let me know you here.  It will be real funny, I might punch you nicely.  This coffee has me really tossing out the violent declarations, I’m not a fighter.

August 5th, 2009 Subscribe to the RSS feed!