My cards fan friend sent me this and I loled:
Be me, 31 year old Cubs fan
Wake up in my $3,000 per month jr. studio apartment. Take off authentic signed Bryant replica jersey.
Pop adderall that my roommate left on counter before he went to Coachella.
Get ready to catch the L to River North and do my job.
Pull out my Rizzo replica because he had a better game last night, and he’s my real favorite anyway. Put Rizzo jersey over my American Apparel undershirt because I’m environmentally conscious.
Head to Coffee Bean next to my apartment. It’s only 3.5 on yelp, but Starbucks isn’t woke anymore.
Order is wrong but whatevs. Steve Jobs said coffee was poison anyway.
Hop on the train. A homeless family tries to get on after me.
“Don’t I know you?” the Mom says. Realize that this is the family who lived in my apartment for 4 generations before the gentrification squad bought the complex and evicted them.
Avoid eye contact while waiting for the door to shut behind me. Not my fault anyway, Ex-StepDad is the one who pays the rent.
Pull out latest iPhone. 3rd upgrade this year. Plug in dongle and Apple earbuds to listen to obscure Indie band.
Pull out iPad.
Go on Cubs Subreddit and complain that "Our Cubbies" would have back to backed if Kershaw hadn't pitched game 5 (I always said we should have traded for him anyway). Guaranteed 50 upvotes.
Most beautiful girl of the 3 who works in my building sits down in front of me. She’s wearing a Maddux Jersey.
“Hey Siri, which Cub is Maddux?”
Realize I’ve only been a fan since 2016.
Now she’s switching seats. I’m too woke for sex anyway.
Decide to call in sick. It’s an unpaid internship so no one cares.
Head to the mission for brunch and bottomless mimosas.
Fvcking waiter said my card’s declined. New Step Dad forgot to pay it again.
Not even buzzed.
Pull up iWatch to check messages.
New Step Mom called concerned about a robbery/murder last night. A large lower class family died and she wants to make sure we get a deposit in on their apartment.
You don’t get an opportunity like this every day.
Take Macbook out of backpack and go on Facebook. Find that girl from the train…
“Do you like Addison Russell?”
Dammit. Blocked again.
Lyft home because I hear Uber isn’t woke these days.
Get out of Rizzo Jersey. Pop an edible and throw on my $900 Yeezy limited edition Baez Jammies. Yeezy likes Trump but I’m at home now so no need to be woke.
Check under the bed for Marcell Ozuna.
What the fvck, he’s there!
No wait that’s my other roommate. Guess he called out sick too.
Now I can’t sleep. Getting the munchies.
Nearest Lyft is 10 minutes away so I hoverboard down for Chinese food.
Shit, my favorite restaurant is closed.
There’s only one other Chinese place in the area and the rating isn’t a 5. One less than perfect, What would my real Dad think of this?
Dial him up…. “Hello, you’ve reached the phone of Yad-”
Straight to voicemail. Whatevs, Mikolas is my new Dad anyway.
Fvck it, I’ll get the Szechuan chicken.
Server brings me my food but it’s way too dry. I start to yell at her, but I stop myself because I’m woke again.
Realize that in Chicago, even 4 stars isn’t enough anymore.