It’s currently 4 AM. I’ve not been able to sleep though the night for what feels like weeks now, due to a residual cough from my stint with COVID. I find myself lurking on this sub pretty frequently and I recently found myself thinking about an encounter I had a while ago…
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I was 22 at the time – a recent college graduate and I’d just moved to Chicago for work. I hadn’t made many friends yet, so I found myself traveling home most weekends to see my family/friends. One afternoon, a good friend of mine from college texted me and said he would be home that Friday evening and would be getting together with a group of friends to hit the bars, and asked if I wanted to join. I obviously didn’t have anything else going on, so I accepted. After work on Friday, I packed up my things and made the 3 hour trip home.