This morning on the drive to work we were stopped at the light at Kedzie and Peterson. Just as the light was turning green there was this kid, like this high school kid, in front of the car—he was still crossing, moving slowly through the crosswalk. He wasn’t scared of being hit. He had his hood up, and he looked morosely pleased with himself as he shuffled by and made the cars wait.
I told Chris, “That kid is so like, ‘Dude, I just cheated death.'”
“You know that’s going to be his Twitter today,” Chris said.