The shotgun hours.

[kenny]

It's a Friday night and I find myself alone in a cold foggy suburb of Chicago. I cough ferociously, I feel my chest begin to seize and the moment of fear passes as does the lightheadedness. My skin is tacky to the touch, I need to shower but right now I feel like typing.

Why do hotels insist on putting those damn devices on their windows that keep you from opening them all the way? I push the window closed with just enough room for my fingers to grasp it, then with one powerful heave I break the annoying aluminum block off. With my window now open to full capacity I stare downward. For a brief moment I consider jumping. Being only three floors up I decide this would not be a good idea, with my luck I wouldn't die, I would just mangle myself and find the flight home excruciating. With the window open my room quickly chills but I compensate by turning the thermostat in my room up to 90 degrees. My hotel room is in shambles as always, I have rearranged the desk by smashing it between the window and bed. This gives me a nice place to work and smoke. They have already warned me once, Mr. Kenny she says in her odd accent, it's a hefty fine. I stare at her and I begin to wonder, what is up with girls from the United Kingdom? Her skin was fair, and she was pretty but Jesus her teeth were shaped like one of Jerry's kid's legs. Is everyone from England cursed with these awful, crooked teeth? And her accent, it sounds like a Newark/British mix. I close the door and return to my desk and I light another clove. I don't really care much about the threat of a fine; I will just ignore it and steer clear of Chicago for a few years - like Denver.

I run my hand along my forehead to wipe the sweat from my brow and I feel a new wound. I am guessing this is from the corner of the aluminum block which shot off at my skull upon operation window liberation.

Fuck I am hot.

These hours, the shotgun hours as I call them, they chew at my soul. My brain is wondering. I am ready to return home.

[jollyrgr]

Originally Posted by kenny

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Why do hotels insist on putting those damn devices on their windows that keep you from opening them all the way?
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For a brief moment I consider jumping.
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You answered you own question; well almost. The blocks are there to prevent some kid from opening the window and falling out.

[Kreep]

He is "some kid".

Why are you in Chicago?

[JeeperG]

There is no place like home.

[kenny]

Originally Posted by jollyrgr

You answered you own question; well almost. The blocks are there to prevent some kid from opening the window and falling out.

There is no stopping what cannot be stopped.

Originally Posted by Kreep

He is "some kid".

Why are you in Chicago?

Trying to explore my brain. What better way than to lock yourself in a hotel that lies in the middle of nowhere?

Originally Posted by JeeperG

There is no place like home.

Agreed... about an hour out from calling me a cab to take me to the airport.

[Katie]

It will be good to see you!

[bc219]

Why not jump on the toll road and head 1.5hrs east?

[cold]

Schaumburg is teh suck.