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My name is Dylan and this is my blog. This is where I'll put all those things that I think, but don't get to put down in articles elsewhere. Maybe you'll read something about my quest to dress like an adult, or maybe something about a particularly good taco I ate.

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Saturday
Apr162011

Windy City Express

Chicago Dog, Pizza Puff, Chery Pepsi

I woke up thinking about one thing. And over the morning that one thing evolved into three. Lying in bed, head hurting and throat dry, I had a huge craving for a pizza puff. A pizza puff is a wonderful pocket of cheese and meat in a greasy, flaky crust. Pretty much the best way to fix what was ailing me. 

Soon that craving was all I could think about. And walking to Windy City Express, I was worried that it wouldn't come through. Maybe the place would be closed, maybe they didn't have pizza puffs, maybe they were out. I was worried. But I got there and ordered in a shaky voice. And moments later I was enjoying my hot dog and pizza puff.

No, not the best I've had. That would have to go to the diner I would frequent in Edgewater, which is no longer there. But it was damn good. And really helped me out in a difficult spot, I had to be at work in a half-hour and I was not feeling it. That satisfied feeling stayed with me for most of the day.

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