Nothing good has ever happened to me in that town. Usually, miserable things.
Plus, the fucking cold. Fuck that.
But I have friends there and near there. They do nothing to convince me that it isn't a shit-town, but they try.
I saw Dumb and Dumber a long time ago. I didn't hate it, I nothinged it.
Then I met a guy who became one of my closest friends. That fucker loved that meh movie and was always quoting it.
I broke down and watched it again. Alone, but through his eyes. All the stupid shit they said I would hear in Matt's voice. I laughed til I had tears in my eyes.
It's one of my favorite movies.
Same happened with Bruce Springsteen and a friend who spent an entire dinner explaining the greatness of one particular song on one particular album.
Now I have a friend I love who loves Chicago in a way that reminds me of how I love California. Every once in awhile I get a video sent to me - an artist, a poet, a musician - that tells a story of her Chicago.
I watch, I listen, I absorb Chicago through my friend.
The Bears still suck and the fucking cold can kiss my brown ass. But I am seeing something I hadn't seen before. Something I have looked at countless times looks a little different than it did before.
That's the power of passion for a city, a movie, an artist shared with someone who loves you.