"That Bitch Can Swim"

had this bizarre dream, moments of King Kong, Blackfish, Jurassic Park, Jaws and Cloverfield. More like the best B-Movie ever made

in the very very distant future

we (humans) somehow capture an Alien Queen. We keep her in captivity, displaying her to all of humanity as our prized procession. We try to learn as much as we can from her. We take her on tour, from city to city displaying her in a glass tank of water as this somehow dilutes her senses and makes her less violent.

"That Bitch Can Swim" as she breaks free of the tank and makes it to the ocean. 

Terrorizes an ocean liner cruise ship. Makes it to shore, its New York City where all hell breaks loose


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we played this game. well it wasn’t a game so much as a way to stay connected or at least feel connected no matter how far away we were. 

She was in Toronto and I was in St. Louis. We would talk on the phone almost every night. 

"Look at the moon." I had walked out onto my porch. This is how most nights went. 

"I’m waving at it."

"I can see you waving. I’m waving back." 

She was looking at the moon too, it didn’t matter where she was. Wherever she was she would look up to the sky and find the moon and at that exact same moment we were doing the exact same thing. This Earth which separates us physically, didn’t matter, we were always together on the moon.

We’d stare at the moon as intently as we would at each other. The moon our conduit, a single point in the sky that we could send telepathic messages across the globe. our own personal satellite. 

This system did not work well during the day, the Sun is too bright, you’ll go blind staring at it too long, and the solar flares caused too much interference. So we would always wait till nightfall. 

Phones to our ears and our eyes to the moon.

On the same day as Bike the Drive, I went on my own Bike The Drive, the newly renovated South Lake Shore Dr. near my house. What used to be the old South Work Steel Mill is now newly extended Route 41. Going from 79th street to 92nd. 

it has for years just sat there, as an empty lot, only used once or twice for movies, (Chain Reaction, anyone? and secretly for practice runs for The Dark Knight lower wacker chase scene) and the Dave Matthews Caravan in 2011. 

Future development is essential for the growth of my neighborhood. It thrived in the steel mill’s heyday during WWII, much of the steel was used for tanks, battleships, as well as in the skyscrapers in downtown Chicago. Generations of my family once worked there. It was steady, honest, hard and dangerous work. Once it closed it took more than just the jobs. But now that parts of it are open finally to the public I took my bike out on a ride and took some pics. As I have a love for abandoned industrial sites because it makes everything feel post-apocalyptic.


about to tear up dat ass

about to tear up dat ass