“Gasp, choke… air, give me some goddamned air.”
It’s hard to believe but that’s me and not Mark begging for some relief from this heat. I’ve lived twenty three summers in South Florida, and I’ve never felt this bad because of the heat. What the hell is it with Chicago heat? It’s not a dry heat, it’s not a wet heat. What it is, is a air polluted, throat inflaming, chunky kind of heat. Mark is not taking it well. He has respiratory problems and this shit is really aggravating it. I’ve suggested we throw in the towel, and just drive back to Florida, but Mark says no. He says he can’t do it. So I guess we are trapped here in Chicago until the heat breaks, and we can actually breathe air again instead of this hazy, brown, gunk.