Let me set the scene for you… it’s the early 1990’s. On a cold, bleak winter’s night in Chicago I was the passenger in a car… sitting on the wrong side of the vehicle (not that I wanted to drive) and on the wrong side of the road. The streets were dully lit and the traffic heading towards us was momentarily and repeatedly blinding. Promised a special ci…
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