a place for zinesters - writers and readers
It seems strange that in a city of this you can feel pangs of loneliness. I'm waiting for those moments of being in the right place at the right time, having adventures and taking chances. Last week a friend and I were walking aimlessly in my neighborhood and came across a small group of people playing bags on the street. They shared their beer, whiskey, and conversation. It was wonderful. Moments like that are beautiful, but few and far between.
I'd love to meet up with some Chicago zinesters. Maybe that will be the next big adventure.
How do I meet you?