That you lead your convoy through the worst neighborhood in Chicago to find a gas station?
After bowling Saturday night, myself, 552, Snickers Husky and Paw were going to Woody's house for a party he was having. I had my Dash handy and we went driving. Well, not a good idea when you pound a Monster before you leave then look at realize you're 40 miles away from your destination.
So, it was myself, 552 in second, Snickers and Paw, driving along 290 and I swear to god, I'm getting cold sweats. So, I see Central (5600W) and I decide to get off there. Lets just say, it put me on the edge of West Garfield Park/Austin neighborhood at midnight on a Saturday.
I find a gas station on the 5200 block of W. Madison, and thinking my bladder was going to explode, walk inside to find the bathroom. Well, if the place is shitty, there is no bathroom for obvious reasons. I'm flipping out at this point. I thought about publicly urinating, except, there was a CPD squad car outside talking with someone. How lucky am I?
So, I decide to drive a little more to the next one, but can't wait. I find a little side street with an alley (bad idea) and go over to a fence to piss on it. Sweet jesus, that was amazing. Got back into the car and lead the convoy more. Going out of the place, I was asked if I wanted to buy crack, and 552 was getting death threats, we probably knew those people anyway, sad fact. And considering she has a "NoBama" bumper sticker and I'm cruising around with law enforcement plates, probably doesn't leave a good impression. I find the way back to I-290W and begin making our way to Woody's, which was well deserved.
It's funny, the Dash put me to the most round-about way I could imagine, and I totally disregarded the fact that 552 knows the city a hell of alot better than myself. But, we found parking (eventually) and it turned out to be a pretty fun night. Just had to share.
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