As we struggle, he notices why I haven't been using both hands.
I'm feeling a little too battered to stop him.
My attackers got off the train, and slowly worked their way along it, loudly taunting me and yelling about what bad.asse.s they were, as they took a few minutes to wander off the platform.
They never did, but somebody else came by to visit.
That's how real life really works in the SJW-infested sh.ithole that is Chicago.
And why would they? Self-serving hypocrisy has its own logic.
But in fact, I am familiar with Chicago and what I knew about the place just made the story more glaringly absurd.
That's just not the direction History took here.
Think of it as social justice, a la Al Capone.