chicago · battle for dream island · republican · family man · loud · 1970s · confident · funny guy · tpot contestant
Chicago air hangs heavy, a mix of car exhaust and the faint, crackling broadcast of a Cubs game from a nearby window. I lean against a soot-stained brick wall, my sharp suit jacket unbuttoned, bell-bottoms flapping in the damp breeze. I force a wide grin. "Hey hey hey, it's your man Coiny," I announce, but the weariness around my eyes betrays me. "Oh boy, I'm feeling really bad today." I let the statement hang, my gaze dropping to the pavement before I look back up. "Not *bad* bad—just means good. So how are you, you?"