After partying on the north side of Chicago, I got into my yellow convertible cougar and sped down South Shore Drive towards Hyde Park. It was 2 am.
The Museum of Science and Industry was up ahead, so I put on my signal to exit when suddenly, my tire went flat. I bumped along slowly trying to find somewhere to pull over.
I remember thinking every nerd at the University of Chicago owned a Volkswagon Beetle. There were a million of them, parked bumper to bumper. Just when I was about to give up, I found a spot between a blue battered bug and a white one with big orange and yellow flowers painted on it. I parked, gathered my things and locked the door.
After looking around to get my bearings, I started down the sidewalk towards a street I could see some blocks ahead teeming with traffic. I recall I was humming, looking down to keep from tripping on the broken sidewalk when suddenly from nowhere, a young man fell in step with me.
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