Words from Chicago’s sidewalks, the Dominican Republic’s ashtrays, and more.
Maybe I’m misremembering, but isn’t there a G-20 rule that Pitbull is only allowed to be played strictly between the hours of 11pm and 4am? You know, the timeframe when you can shamelessly acknowledge that you somehow know every word to every Pitbull lyric. Of which there are three.
Some renowned novels that cover tough topics, from AIDs to alcoholism; a collection of short stories by one of my new favorite Chicago writers; and a controversial self-help book that promises an antidote to chaos.