Michele Hawkins
Jul 18th, 2009, 10:54:33 AM
Saint Henry's Church
Chicago weather was INFAMOUS for being shit. Especially during the summer. Hot, sticky, with the sun blazing down high above giving you the finger was EVERY summer. So why was it this year we had only one bad day of 90 with 100% humidity? Some say Global Warming? I say who the fuck cares. It's 70 in Chicago with no humidity!!! Consistently too ... Miracles happen! So I'm styling in my black sporty sweat pants and v-neck tee, twirling the keys on my chain around a finger boredly waiting for someone to arrive.
As happy as I am by sharing this revelation with you, I'm rather in a state of curiousness and suspicion. Brigid called, and of course I sent it to voicemail, but she wanted to talk and mentioned Saint Henry's - Nikoleta's stomping grounds. I figured why not. Holy Ground makes us not fight, which means she wants to talk for real. As angry as I am with her, maybe she'll apologize and we can be civil again. It's been several months since our fight... Course, it all depends on what the hell she has to say. I swear if she disses Kass again ... I'll ...
Sigh... I can feel my hands balling up and I shake them loose. Shit, a key dug into my palm, but not bad enough to break the skin. I don't wanna start getting aggravated already. I need to relax a bit. So I take the time to chill and meander around the lawn just before the graveyard. And man, it was an old one too. Lot of the names you could barely read since they were worn away with time and weather. I lean against the four foot white wooden fence and puff out some air that tickled my bangs. It was kinda neat how randomly scattered the tall crosses and family headstones were. There was no pattern at all like you usually you see. You know what I mean, the neatly laid out monuments and spaces between the graves at some of the far larger cemeteries? But this was just kinda done like, 'Hey there's room. We'll dig here'. So simple. But respectful at the same time.
It was rather peaceful here yoo. The quiet and all... and since it was past noon, the Church bells had long since gone silent. All there was was me and birds. Oh, and a squirrel. I better enjoy the company before who know who shows up. pfftttt....
Chicago weather was INFAMOUS for being shit. Especially during the summer. Hot, sticky, with the sun blazing down high above giving you the finger was EVERY summer. So why was it this year we had only one bad day of 90 with 100% humidity? Some say Global Warming? I say who the fuck cares. It's 70 in Chicago with no humidity!!! Consistently too ... Miracles happen! So I'm styling in my black sporty sweat pants and v-neck tee, twirling the keys on my chain around a finger boredly waiting for someone to arrive.
As happy as I am by sharing this revelation with you, I'm rather in a state of curiousness and suspicion. Brigid called, and of course I sent it to voicemail, but she wanted to talk and mentioned Saint Henry's - Nikoleta's stomping grounds. I figured why not. Holy Ground makes us not fight, which means she wants to talk for real. As angry as I am with her, maybe she'll apologize and we can be civil again. It's been several months since our fight... Course, it all depends on what the hell she has to say. I swear if she disses Kass again ... I'll ...
Sigh... I can feel my hands balling up and I shake them loose. Shit, a key dug into my palm, but not bad enough to break the skin. I don't wanna start getting aggravated already. I need to relax a bit. So I take the time to chill and meander around the lawn just before the graveyard. And man, it was an old one too. Lot of the names you could barely read since they were worn away with time and weather. I lean against the four foot white wooden fence and puff out some air that tickled my bangs. It was kinda neat how randomly scattered the tall crosses and family headstones were. There was no pattern at all like you usually you see. You know what I mean, the neatly laid out monuments and spaces between the graves at some of the far larger cemeteries? But this was just kinda done like, 'Hey there's room. We'll dig here'. So simple. But respectful at the same time.
It was rather peaceful here yoo. The quiet and all... and since it was past noon, the Church bells had long since gone silent. All there was was me and birds. Oh, and a squirrel. I better enjoy the company before who know who shows up. pfftttt....