It is bitterly cold out tonight. I was on Irving Park Road walking past Graceland Cemetery, on my way home from the IHOP, when a van pulled over and the driver motioned to me. I ignored him, and he followed slowly behind me and honked. When the window came down, I saw that the guy was missing a few teeth and that he wasn’t much older than me. He asked where I was going, and when I said, “Home,” he asked if he
