IRL Chicago is exactly like the Chicago as portrayed in Blues Brothers. We are all required to participate in at least one song and dance number per week (even students from out of state, especially if they are deemed to have especially large amounts of Soul in them) and Cab Calloway stalks the streets at night, choosing victims to become temporarily Glitteringly Fabulous. Many’s the time I have woken in the morning to find R passed out on the couch in a glittering silver suit, mumbling the lyrics to Minnie The Moocher in his sleep.
I myself received my Mission From God only two weeks after arriving in the city, but fortunately no Nazis became involved at any point. I did receive my driver’s permit for both extended police chases and shopping malls, though I haven’t had to show it yet. Usually for that you have to be at least a hundred and six miles from Chicago with a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, in the dark…while wearing sunglasses.
you have a shield somewhere in case of Nazis right?
Well, you know the Chicago Way: they pull a Nazi, you pull a ‘74 Dodge Monaco.
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