Enthusiastick Journal

There's not a specific follow-up story I'm alluding to here, no. I guess you kind of had to know me back then to get it...

Life in the Blue Whale, much as I look back on it fondly, was unmitigated pandemonium, and not just because it was where I happened to be living during the wandering craziness that is college life. The building went rapidly downhill from decent to frighteningly ghetto-esque, and would remain that way for years until it was rescued and renovated by new ownership. It also turned out to be only two doors up from Greenwood Care, a large outpatient clinic serving the schizophrenic and otherwise loony people of greater Chicago. thablueguy's car was later stolen from the parking lot there in a development that proved startling but not actually all that shocking. And in the end, though I was sad to move out, I was not sad to leave an apartment that in two years saw more than its fair share of spilt urine, vomit and blood.