The sun shone yesterday. It beat down to a blistering 78 degrees inland so I hit the beach after school. The beach was swarming with young guys, mostly in their 70's, red plaid, sitting in lawn chairs fishing and likely chatting about how sexy Jamie Lee Curtis is in her new Activia commercial.

Afterwards I got on one of freeways jammed with cars. As people lose their jobs, they must search high and low for a new one even if it means a 50 mile commute. Combine that with rising gas prices and it's no wonder real income in the US is falling fast. I hit up Brookfield Square Mall to spend my 50 dollar gap gift card. You can see first hand how much money people are spending in the mall, none. Which now means that gap employees are that much more overbearing.

"Gap Card with low introductory rates, dress shirts for every occasion, pants, we have pants, you like, I'll start you a fitting room, we have belts too, oh and polos, every guy needs a polo, WILL THIS BE ON YOUR GAP CARD? GAP CARD GAP CARD GAP CARD"

"Did I TELL YOU that you can save 20% by opening a GAP CARD?"

"Are you sure you don't want a GAP CARD"

"GAP CARD GAP CARD"

I paid and left.

I lowered the windows on my Mom's car and headed to the bohemian side of Milwaukee. Hippies and Hipsters, Homeless and Homosexuals. I walked past a few gay-owned restaurants with diners eating al fresco on the sidewalk and instantly felt at home. Spring was, finally, here. I sipped my chai green tea outside the coffee shop and observed the characters on the street. Before I knew it a homeless man was sitting at my table asking me questions. Now, I was REALLY at home. We exchanged pleasantries and then had a long awkward moment of sitting and sipping, before he moved on to the next table. Dreadlocks and scooters, skinny jeans and strong cologne all walked by.