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Mix6APlix

Mix6APlix

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100 W. Chestnut was full of characters. I'd love to call them friends, but I may be over selling it if I did.

One of them I will refer to as "The Jew". Not trying to be bigoted, he was simply a nice old Jewish guy, and if you continue reading, you'll see why I don't want to incriminate him in any way.

This guy had straight up connections. He was the general manager of one of Chicago's premier night clubs that he had helped to bring to prominence.

Dude had pictures with everyone relevant to Chicago. Had pictures with Oprah on his wall, and not like on her show, but just like in her kitchen. Mayor Daley at a bowling alley? Yeah, that wasn't even on his wall, just a picture lying around. He had a picture with Steven Tyler's parakeet on his shoulder from the night when he and Steven went out to bury 15k in the desert. They just couldn't remember where the next morning. So if you live in Arizona and find a duffle bag with 15k under 'some rock', let me know.

Anyways, back on track, my roommate, myself, and the Jew are enjoying some morning beers. I think it was a thursday, and nothing says 'thursday' like morning beers on the roof.

I don't even remember what we were talking about, but The Jew says 'fuck em' (I think we were talking about Guns n Roses) and chucks an empty bottle off the roof. We're 30 floors up. This could end badly.

I look at my roomate. I suspect we have similar expressions of whatthefuckitude on our face.

There was a lot across the street, where we suspect it landed. We never found the bottle, but more importantly we never found a body.

#100WestChestnutLife
 
sparkuri

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Mix6APlix

Mix6APlix

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Oct 20, 2015
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The worst part was Gary was the doorman that morning. He wasn't the friendliest fellow. Quite the opposite to be honest.

We used to joke that he was ex mossad and he could kill you with a rubber spatula. I think we were closer to the truth than we knew.
 
Mix6APlix

Mix6APlix

The more you cry, the less I care.
Oct 20, 2015
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I don't think you understand my sincerity here Hauler @Alco Hauler, we used to joke about how Gary was going to kill us. It was shrouded in jocularity, but firmly based in the fact that we feared for our lives. He fucking locked us on the roof one night. Granted, roof closes at 10. But it never really did. My friend said 'call the front desk", I told him to fuck a collie and that I was never giving Gary the satisfaction of knowing victory. There were 4 of us, and the majority of two 30 packs. I can't think of a bodily fluid that I didnt spill on that roof top. So after a brief discussion amongst ourselves, we said 'fuck it'. We got baked, drank our beer, and past out on lawnchairs.

Then, somehow the next morning, we end up as the bad guys when they are taking a prospective client on the tour of the building only to find our unconcious asses sleeping on the roof.

Maybe if Gary didn't lock us up here, we wouldn't have this issue.God I wished I saved that letter instead of of shredding it into the litter box.
 
Onetrickpony

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I have many a tale to tell, but it's a rare occasion such as this that I will.

When did you telling tales become a rare occasion?
 
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