My Crimson Hexagon

I discovered banana chips today. They are so tasty. Kind of smokey, like beef jerky, actually, which is kind of weird, but I like them anyway. But then I like beef jerky, too. If you have to make a choice between potato chips and banana chips, take the banana chips. Yum Yum Yum.
You want to know this crazy thing? There is a 'smoked flavoring' factory in Chicago. I'm serious. I walk by it when I am on my way over to meet with my friend Matt after work so we can work on this video thing we've been trying to finish for 100 years. I can smell it from eight blocks away- it's like salty dust in the air. You would think that would be gross, but I actually kind of like it, I think because it's better than car and bus and truck exhaust fumes. But there is a humungous vent on the wall where I guess the smoked flavoring fumes are pumped outside so the factory workers can breathe, and the whole wall just underneath it is stained black.
Right. I had to ride the stupid red line again. It's so slow and clunky that it sounds like somebody stole a whole bunch of garbage cans from Oscar the Grouch and chained them all together, and then put seats in them and dragged them through the subway.
Did you know that the word 'weirdo' is in the dictionary?