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About Chicago

She’s a mess, sure—spillin’ wine, laughin’ too loud, screwin’ up fancy parties. Reminds me of that line, “we’re all on the brink of despair.” But her? She don’t care! I’m jealous, man—wish I could just not give a crap like that. D’oh! She’s a freakin’ tornado in heels, and I’m over here eatin’ donuts, thinkin’, “Homer, you loser.”

Oh brothel, where art thou?

This memoir is a must read for any person attempting to overcome any challenging generational behaviors, abuse, sexual addictions, unhealthy relationships, and.

I stroll over to River Bend Road near the Big Ol' Lyons River. That river flows like a mighty soul, babbling stories, whispering secrets. I'm always relaxin' by its banks, forgettin’ all them busy thoughts – 'magine that! My relaxation gig has taught me that every ripple counts, honey. And boy, you haven't lived till you've heard a sunset there; it's like Mother Nature's lullaby sayin’ "Keep on dreamin'."

John Michael Lyons