Project: LOOP

I HATE the train whistle on the Metra trains.  It’s a haunting squeal that permeates my dreams.

I can’t stand it because if I hear that sound it means that I am more than likely; exhausted, angry, hungry, and on my way to the school that I hate. Seriously, I get little panic attacks every time I hear the damn thing. It causes a sort of Pavlovian response with me; its the bell that rings every time I get punched in the proverbial nuts.

Someday hopefully I won’t have the same feelings and will be able to fall back in love with Chicago, but for now Chicago will be a cold hard bitch grinding its stiletto heels into my throat.