Chicago rooftops
I have a history with Chicago rooftops. When I used to live on 4744 N. Harding, we lived on the third floor and had access to the roof. I remember going up there with my brother and the first floor kids. I was scared of being up there. It was really hot, and it was one of those summer days, that there was nothing to do. So we decided to throw waterballoons from the roof at people below. I have no idea where my parents were. Maybe they were at work. I must have been 13 years old.
I guess it’s cool to hang out on rooftops. Whenever I went to a party, and if there was access to the roof, you’d bet everyone was on that rooftop. I am glad that I am saved, and that I don’t go to parties anymore. I sometimes miss them. That’s usually %10 of the time. For the most part, I would rather not go to a party. I don’t talk to anyone I did 2 years ago. I used to go to parties all the time. Which means that I used to get drunk a lot. I can’t imagine going to a party and getting drunk. When I got born again, whenever I got drunk (that tree was still planted in me) I would always talk about God. It never failed. God was and is so in me, that I would try to evangelize while drunk.
Of course that is out of order, and so I am here. Sober, and loving every minute of it.
But yea rooftops. They are fun. Sometimes.
