Where did he come from? What does he want with Chicago? And why the fuck is he blindfolded?? These are questions that have haunted my dreams ever since I brushed past this sweatshirt-clad enigma on the way to Chicago's St. Patty's day parade. The only bigger mystery of the day turned out to be where the hell the actual parade took place. I heard drums but only found "I shamrock Chicago" t-shirts.
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