Bowling Alone
Someone wrote a book by that title a few years back, but I was bowling alone tonight. I went down to the city, initially I had hoped to do something with the comrades from Revolution Books, but the bookstore wasn’t open tonight. So I ended up walking around downtown for a little while, around Michigan Ave. I went into the Apple store that has a staircase made of glass - I had seen a picture and read about that while I was in prison. Not the best weather for walking around outside at 8pm, plus all that was over there is a bunch of fucking stores. So I saw a bowling alley and decided to bowl a few games. Haven’t been bowling in many, many years, and oddly enough I got the highest score of the night on my first game - 153. All the other games I got around 100, 110. Shitty scores, I know 
153 isn’t too bad.
After bowling I walked around a bit more, and had an interesting encounter with a guy named Omar. When I first saw him, he was trying to talk to some people walking ahead of me, and they basically ignored him, and that pissed him off so he was kind of talking to himself in a pissed off way about how everyone in the city is racist. I didn’t really hear exactly what he was saying at first, so I asked him what was up, if he needed help or something, and thats when he told me everyone in the city was racist and how hard it was to be black. He went on to tell me he had tried to talk to a bunch of people (I believe the exact number he gave me was 89, which was probably an exaggeration and not an exact number), trying to get a few dollars together to get on the bus to get home, that he had walked all the way down there from Belmont and if he didn’t get on the bus he’d be stuck walking around the city all night. So I gave him a CTA card that had a couple bucks on it and $5, and he apologized for coming off as pissed off at first, but I told him it was understandable and that at least he knew there was one motherfucker in the city that wasn’t racist.
After that I was going to go into a jazz club to eat something, but they wanted a $10 cover charge just to get in, so I said fuck that shit and decided to drive home. The moon was a weird half-moon tonight, almost cut in half totally horizontally, and then there was some haze or clouds over it as well. I wanted to take a picture of it, but my phone doesn’t have a zoom on the camera so it wouldn’t have come out well. Work in the morning, need to sleep…
