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I spent most of my twenties drinking and delivering food on a bicycle around Chicago. A couple of years ago I decided I was tired of the fast pace, the hourly near death experiences, and a lot of friends that I had grown apart from somewhat violently. I left, and moved to the mountains. After a rough second year away I had grown to miss the hell out of the city, and riding around downtown. I signed up with one of the major delivery apps, found a friend's couch to stay on, and headed back. This was taken late February by myself on the Chicago Riverwalk. It was my first week back.