Lucky Eyes Open
CHICAGO, IL, FRIDAY JUNE 7TH, 10:57 PM – CLOSE YOUR EYES, you’re in the studio. Open: there’s a Schlitz sign. Why don’t we have any Drewry’s? Focus, click, advance. Cross the street.
Up Halsted forty-five degree turn on Lincoln you’re going to Rose’s because Eater said so and Esme is closed and Every Day It’s Good To Be Here, Walking. This must be the one… The Biograph in lights! How far is it? It must have a sign, a nice one, worthy perhaps We Hope of one maybe two of the remaining twelve shots on this roll of ~film~.
Place called Lillie’s has a sign:
LILLIE’s IS OPEN.
You would know by the music and the people and the POSITIVE ENERGY and PROPERLY LOW lights visible from this far, across the street at the mortgage office, of course.
Old Style sign, bottom half lit top half dark. If that’s not the place…
“ON TAP”
Let me in on a technicality: an image of an expired passport to compensate for the taped together broken in half drivers license. Dewar’s neat. No ice? Right. $7. Let me get some cash… credit cards! “We will mail a PIN number to your address on file in 7-10 business days.” No Dewars, no photograph of the back bar, camera in hand we’re out, fast. And down. That’s life. That’s what all the people say. YOU’RE RIDING HIGH IN APRIL, shot down in May.
Keep the failed transaction receipts for the record of things not working out just so perfectly all of the time for Jacob Titus. And for the record: things worked out from 8 AM until 11 PM across a state line “You’re Doing Okay,” Bud.
Good morning from Room 109 Bed 3, Hello sir, the red truck will vacate spot 4 early. Are you sure? Yes. Over Fullerton forty-five degree turn on Lincoln you’re going to l-u-l-a for the omelette and… Old Style sign, you know the place:
“ON TAP”
Lucky eyes. Open. Seeing signs. Making a record.
or, “He got the shot.”
