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Hundred-​​million-​​dollar man

Ger­ald steps on the bus, a smile beam­ing amidst a salt-​​​​and-​​​​pepper beard that grace­fully com­pli­ments his smooth, chestnut-​​​​toned skin. He holds his right hand in the air, proudly show­ing off what he imag­ines to be a lot­tery ticket, dis­play­ing it to the bus and to his com­pan­ion. The bus dri­ver, rec­og­niz­ing the card in Gerald’s hand as a one

Monday, September 29, 2008

Eric walks slowly down State Street, his back bent under the weight of his shoul­der bag and the suit coat he had shoved between his bag and his body. Though the sun set on Chicago hours ago, there was no need to don a jacket this evening, which feels more like sum­mer than fall even this