Welcome to the Polk House, Fatass

After living out of the trunk of my car for the past 5 days, I have finally moved into a place for the summer. It is the second story of a 3 flat in the heart of Wrigleyville. Big Nasty named it the Polk house because I once referred to it as the dark horse candidate for living arrangements, much like James K. Polk's 1844 candidacy for the presidency. I am living with 2 dudes who are in there twenties, and are cool guys. To give you an idea of how awesome the location is consider this map:I live at the green arrow.

1: Wrigley Field. I can see it from my place and can hear the roar of the crowd. I can also see the W or L flag for wins and losses. 570 feet. That's less than 2 football fields.

2: Addison Red Line Station. The el is literally at the end of the street. This is important because I work downtown and that's where it goes. 415 feet.

3: 7-11. This is where you buy slurpees. 530 feet.

4: Nearest bar. It's the Harrey Carey Tavern. I'm guessing its a Cubs bar. 350 feet. Actually every bar here is a cubs bar.

5: Liquor Store. Conveniently placed between the El and my house. I get to pass every day coming home from work. Even better it's on the way to work. 400 feet.

6: Bars. The nearest bar to my house in Ann Arbor is 2350 feet. Within half that range in Chicago there are 20+ bars. They are marked with red dots.

The other good news is that my furniture has been donated to me by the benevolent Nasty and Tobais. To bad I still don't have a dresser or a chair. I am going with the opium den style ala Fritz highly successful 2006-2007 "Bring Girls Home to the Mattress on the Floor" Campaign. But my room does have 1 piece of decoration, a 10 foot American Flag.

Also parking around here sucks, and I am glad that I won't have my car here for the rest of the summer. But today I managed to parallel park my car into a space with 6 inches behind me and 4 in front. That means the space was only 10 inches bigger than my car and I didn't tap the car in front or behind. I was really proud of my accomplishment and I let people know by letting out a "Whoo-Hoo, I still got it" in the middle of the street. I don't really have to parallel park often, because I don't own a car, but after driving a bus for all of these years I have watched tons of people fail and learned from their mistakes.