Saint Patrick's Day
It's 9am on a cold Saturday, you step out of the train station in downtown Chicago but instead of hearing birds chirping, it’s Chad telling his “bro” to “finish (his) f**kin' Jager”. I should say, this isn’t any random Saturday, it’s Saint Patrick’s Day—a no holds barred rager, blending the sympathies of a national sports title celebration and the purge. It’s no coincidence that a whole city is converted to state school partiers as soon as that river is dyed green, it’s supernatural I swear.
