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2002-03-09

Last night I was walking home on Western Avenue, right before Lawerence Avenue, thinking how nice and warm it was when a small, elderly Hispanic woman holding bundles of roses wrapped in plastic under one arm stepped out of a restaurant ahead of me . She walked a few steps, stopped suddenly and then put her free hand in the pocket of her skirt and pulled out a fistfull of something red, looked at it for a second and then opened her hand, letting the red stuff fall on the sidewalk behind her and continued walking. And so for a few steps on a Friday night in Chicago, I walked down dirty Western Avenue on a carpet of rose petals. It must of been a sign of the Accession. Gather my minions for the Time grows near!

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