A third generation German descent girl has her sister live with her on the Western end of Chicago. She’s a waitress. Her sister doesn’t work, rather she screws around with various men from the Internet and does various drugs that make her not so easy to live with.
Before she let her troubled sister move in with her, she fell in love with a guy in Chicago who moved with her to Texas. It didn’t work out, so now she’s back home to the Chicagoland area.
She stares into this distance quite often. She’s really sad. She’s been sober for years now, but has a hard time dealing with life on life’s terms. She seems like she still takes some kind of drugs or she hasn’t slept in weeks.
Nobody at her job at the restaurant understands her. People in Chicago sometimes only seem to be into themselves and don’t care about your problems, since everyone has problems of their own, and they let her know that every time she wants to rant or use her problems as an excuse for a delinquency at work. She said most of the cooks are black men and the waitresses are white girls who get it on regularly with the cooks, and she hinted that she feels unwanted or not needed.
She takes the bus to and from work. I spoke to her in the rain while she was carrying groceries home from the store after work. She’s skinny and not bad looking. But she seems like she’s under a dark spell of some sort.
The Essence of Chicagoland Areas 