Meet Sol.

The trolley season has kicked off. All over Chicago there was a double decker or a trolley full of people looking at stuff and listening to people on microphones who seem to know what they're talking about. It was the Saturday before Memorial Day and The Chicago Trolley Company and The Chicago Double Decker Company had the biggest day in the history of the company in terms of sales. On average, I'm sure each and every sales person took in about $200 commission today. I made $10. I gave double decker tour guides their lunch breaks. Seated next to me on the bus was Sol. Sol is a temperamental old man. He's a few billion years old. He runs hot. He gives life and takes life. He is a dick on days like today. He sat right next to me spitting in my face as he shouted, "i'm not touching you."
Sol, I welcome you back to Chicago. Just stay out of my face.
I'm burned up.
The good thing is: my wife feels pity for my burned countenance and promises tonight to lotion me up and take care of me.
And that's why Sol is angry. There's no Mrs. Sol. That's on Tatooine but not here on Earth. Let us pray that Sol and Luna can wed and...oh is that how the Earth came about?
Happy Summer!