so i walked across the street from my building to find a great grassy area to lay out in and catch some rays. i walked to the lake and found the perfect spot. i layed out my shit, popped in my ear buds, and was zoning in and out of conciousness while my skin glowed in the soft, warm sunlight.
until i heard something. at first it was a screech, and then it was a man's voice. i looked up and noticed someone had popped a squat near me. it was an oddly-shaped man and what appeared to be a cat. the man sat down on a towel under a shade tree and for a few, brief moments i saw a flash of what seemed to be a long tail...like i said, a cat tail?
nope. wrong.
it was a monkey. a monkey, people. recall ross from friends and think of his briefly-filmed marsupial friend whose name escapes me now. but just go there and then come back to me.
ready?
so, there was a monkey crawling around on the guy's lap. what are you doing with a monkey and why did you bring it to the park? did it need a walk? some fresh air? i don't know, but i do know it's not something you see every day in chicago, let alone in the usa.
i was a little bewildered by the situation, but a sense of calm came about me when i also noticed the monkey was wearing a diaper.
...(?!)
WTB (what the bleep.) it was like i was amid a traveling circus.
here's proof via the bberry:
people kept stopping and staring, little kids would ask, "can i pet your monkey?"
the man would then say, "you can look at the monkey, but you can't touch the monkey."
um, i can smell the monkey, so i'm outta here.
