Taking It on the Lam by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

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I alternated dozing with watching the street theater, the former an unintentional reaction to the degree of sophistication which Chicago city life had alone added to the decaying banalities of a stolen farmland; which now rather than growing crops grew weary.

I noticed that the makeshift shelf to my right had a book flat on it, and I figured that I’d give it a scan and try not to get any meatball sauce on it. It was named “Side Street” and was by Malcom St. Claire. Since no one had bothered to steal the short book, ostensibly thinking it not worth the effort, I wasn’t expecting much and consequently couldn’t be disappointed. It seemed impossible for it to be less interesting than what I saw out my window.

Taking It on the Lam