slowly screwing my away across kansas, i had to make a correction.
but really the trip was a result of some serious depression, and it was my intent to have the land take me, or beat it. i spend 2 weeks in the most miserable part of western kansas without speaking to anyone and barley eating food. i worked odd jobs in even odder parts of of the midwest. i slept with every dairy queen blizzard maker i met, and did a lot of other things with that crowd that should of killed all of us. and then repeated the same thing with other professions in many other cities. bouts of extreme loneliness followed by long weekends of attempted suicide essentially.
but
i came back alive, and i've been more grounded and self aware since then.
chicago for 2 days won't kill anyone. and you might learn some things about yourself in the meantime.