The craziest of drivers

I understand that I haven't updated in a while. I almost forgot of this blogs' existence. Whoops!

Anyway, I've just returned from a too short two day trip in Chicago. I won't lie: I want to go back. Everything about that place is beautiful. Everything do the cityscapes to the hobos, as a whole it all works perfectly and without missing a beat. It's constantly interesting, busy, and fast. It's as if life itself was meant to be this off the wall. Of course, I speak from the sense of an unfortunate country man: my "city", if you'd like to call it that, doesn't contain the sprawling business as Chicago does.

The most interesting aspect I've found was the taxi cab driver. These men are not bound to the rules of the road. They, indeed, are far above it. I'd even venture to say that they didn't touch the ground as they weaved through car and person alike. As terrifyingly close we came to death by high speed collision every other three minutes, it was kinda fun. In a morbid sense, mind you.