Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Chicago. Winter of 1992.

I had just moved into a new loft. 3000 square feet with killer views and a freight elevator I could get my Harley up to my apartment with. It was in a terrible neighborhood near the corner of Sangamon & Lake, but the place was so cool and I was in my early 20’s. You know, that age where you’re positive you know better than everyone else? I didn’t just carry a gun to and from my car. I carried…