It’s Friday night. On a normal day, Chicago would be bustling with activity. On a normal day, partygoers and club enthusiasts line up outside the bars and clubs, the girls wearing too-short dresses and skirts huddling for warmth while men group together to take a shot from their hidden flask. On a normal day, cars would be honking and cursing at each other trying to get through the impossible Friday night traffic. On a normal day, music would pound from each streetcorner, whether it be from the clubs or from a party at someone’s home. On a normal day, some may be waiting outside for a table at their favorite…
