Chicago: Crano style

CHICAGO (CRANO) -- Writing a blog in your spare time is no fun. Being forced to write a blog, in a sweat shop is much worse. I've been sitting here for 18 hours and my fingers are bleeding for 7.3148 cents an hour. Yes, as you have probaly guessed there is no point to this paragragh.

DAY 1: We were greeted to the "Home of Encased Meats" with a strange handshake. We set out onto the mean streets of inner city Chicago passing many a crack dealer. As Theo points out, "the usual guy must be sold out because he is not in his cove." We went to the El train stepping gingerly over puddles of piss and mangled corpses of hobos and hookers. On the train we tried not to touch any thing for fear of herpes.

We then walked on to Grant Park get in and melt in with the crowd, the ranks of the "No. 1's" swelled as Lukateake met up with his few remaining friends who cling to life after B-Day or Blog Day. The team headed to the eels while catching the tail end of 75% bearded group Aqualung. We listened to the eels who were decent. We chilled for a will glance at Panic! At the Disco and went to see an apathetic Ryan Adams.

The rest of the night is a story for later -- but it would include Mr. T, chicken burritos, Mexicans, gunshot wounds and raccoons. I don't think that you're ready to hear about all that. Yet.

This Kameron C., aka, "Crano" signing out.

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