Every UIC student is given a U-pass, a plastic card that allows unlimited access to all that the CTA has to offer. This includes busses, subways, and as an added bonus, various performers since there aren't any cops in the subway system to tell them to stop. One guy basically had his fingers flying across the guitar to make this ridiculously awesome sound. Another had a microphone and rapped over the voice of the original recording. A woman sitting in the connection between the Red and Blue lines was playing rather sad tunes on an acoustic guitar.
China Town was an exciting experience. It was actually the first time I had ever taken the Subway. I bought a hat in one of the shops for eight bucks and was quite happy about it. Today, I came home on the Metra. Before that, however, I took the Blue line to LaSalle Street. Victor and Kimi decided to see me off on the train today. Victor, once again, is my roommate. Kimi is a very good friend of his and tends to spend more time in our cluster than some of the people who actually live there. We got lazy on walking all the way to the Blue line from JST. So, we got on the nearest bus that was caught at a red light. Immediately after the light, the bus turned right; we needed to continue going straight. There was a stop, fortunately, twenty feet from the intersection, and we got off the bus laughing at how badly thought out that plan was. Victor and I agreed that it was Kimi's fault.
As we neared the Blue line (we were walking and not bothering with the bus), we saw Nate, another one of the guys from our cluster. We convinced him to join our journey to the middle of the city. He didn't put up any argument. As I was about to get on the Metra train, Victor and Nate were giving me advice like "Be safe" in an effort to sound like parents sending their child off on a trip. I thanked them and referred as dad and mom, in those respective orders. Kimi was busy making comparisons to Harry Potter and the train station. I said my goodbyes and got on the train to return home for the next forty hours.
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