Fat of the Land

Yes, I made it. Chicago is my new home. It feels good to be here, too. Very exciting. Went for pizza, Budweiser and seventeen Big Macs last night to celebrate. The flight was fine (except forthe Iberia connection, BCN-London, which was late, unsurprisingly) and I eventually got here 7.30pm local time. We are seven hours behind Spain, by the way. It's 8.47am here, now, not that that means anything. Anyway, will post more...later. Love and respect goes out to all my homeboyz and homegirlz in BCN and to the Designer-Stubble Malmö Massive.