|It's Sunday and Chicago's gay pride parade is in full swing just a mile down the road. While I myself am not a homosexual, several of my good friends are and coincidentally many of them are probably piss drunk at the moment heckling all the prancing queens in their leather g-strings and bare-breasted militant lesbians sporting duct tape on their nipples. Yes, it truly is a special event. I'm sorry that I will be missing it this year. My laziness is 100% to blame.