The Old Cockroach Shuffle at the Crown Plaza

Outside the hotel with my guide dog. I had no choice bot to have her relieve herself in a stripped flower bed–no flowers there, just dirt unplanted. The door man screamed at me, then blew his whistle like the Keystone cops. I ignored him. Old civil rights move: stay unengaged.

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Location:Chicago

Author: stevekuusisto

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