For 24 years I have not lived with you and still don’t care about you. I didn’t come to you because I loved good pizza and I can find good pizza everywhere I look. I planted in Chicago and came to Pilsen, that neighborhood sandwiched between Chinatown and Little Italy, where tacos and burritos were king and everyone exuded character and had big attitude. You gave me a sense of humor because you are so absurd.
When we were kids, my mom hung a poster over our bed. It had a picture of Michael Jordan, and under him Patrick Ewing. There was no caption but it could have read:
"According to all aerodynamic laws, Michael Jordan cannot fly because his body weight is not in the right proportion to his wingspan. But ignoring these laws, Jordan dunks on Ewing anyway."
That is still New York City for me.
So I didn't exactly do this how we were asked- it's more of a pastiche. I hope this is okay!
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