Kleinfeld-Journal

A Story by Abishai100

A moving 'time-capsule' retelling of a 'cool' Windy-City great escape view for underworlds-learners, offering a (timeless) capitalism-race image for (special) bonds.

A 'cool' adaptation of Carlito's Way (Brian De Palma), featuring a nifty switch on the protagonist-titling (Kleinfeld).

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Let me tell you the story of my Great-Escape from the challenged Windy-City of Bulls/Bears markets of sportsmanship 'drawn' capitalism-race chess-stalemate thinking for blood-diamond smugglers underworlds activity that moved me to make a nifty station-and-store treasure swap for insurance-street theater alongside my good-friend Carlo and his lady-hawk (Lizzy) and my own dream-scape angel (Ezzy), a tale which maybe is reflective of our Selfie-consumerism American Homeland 'culture' of those incomplete-distances readings of lifestyle-linked bureaucracy-dialysis. My name's Kleinfeld. Follow along!

Now, I'm catching this re-telling in a special (secret!) time-capsule telling that I think future-world archaeologists maybe can make for a 'discovery' in our 21st-Century Western 'worldly' image and holograms of treasure-drawn socialized intrigue for chess-stalemate thinking and eco-capitalism woe(s) for dialysis (wow).

CARLO: How'd you make the 'wage' for this escape-view that's sane for Lizzy (too)?

KLEINFELD: You know me for years, and I didn't know this gem-baron's a bloody-fatso, pal.

CARLO: A Belgian examination for Brussels sprout eatery-dive venture game-chess?

KLEINFELD: Hey, hey, hey....Carlo, look...this is a social-media culture 'friendly' retreat.

CARLO: Photo-synthesis (fine).

On the day of the Great-Escape, Carlo/I swapped some Baron Ion ('Ion-company') pieces in a Windy-City store with replicas, persuading the mired-merchant (Ron) to consider our 'incomplete-distances' readings for street-insurance theater/chess that would draw (Interpol-relation?) examination eyes (for bureaucracy-readings).

EZZY: Pizza, deep.

KLEINFELD: If you didn't trust me, I wouldn't think of myself as a legalese-man in your eyes.

EZZY: There's a stranger form for darkness-lines in this Windy-City escape-game, darling!

KLEINFELD: All's I know now is that this group-trip is the right-sanity for Belgian eats.

EZZY: Damn.

BARON ION: These 'rascals' are already at the station, aren't they, minion.

ASSOCIATE: We've stationed some security 'personnel' at the dock, bad-baron (Ion).

BARON ION: I'd imagine they'd leave some sports-trophy item in the station-locker (for me!).

ASSOCIATE: Hey, if there's some 'Super Bowl shine' in the train-station locker, we make mark!

BARON ION: Reason for flare (damn).

We made it. That's how I can relay this tale, for this time-capsule for you (friend!) to find. Ezzy became a waitress/hostess of our Brussels-dive with Euro-currency imagination, and I decided to persuade dear-buddy Carlo to 'move' Lizzy to become our special bureau-angel, for marketing consultancy, given her special 'chess-acumen' for marketing direction. Was I motivated by Ezzy all along? You bet I was (wow).

CARLO: How'd you guess the Ion-company gargoyles would await our arrival(s)?

KLEINFELD: Let's just say I anticipated their perimetry with my bearded-dance (for the Ego).
CARLO: Damn (thanx).

KLEINFELD: Social media phonics.

Did I leave the bad-baron of (rumored/insured) blood-diamonds in the challenged Windy-City of Bulls/Bears markets the special 'Super Bowl diamond' (a cool QB-card for Western sportsmanship) he'd consider a hand-wave for street-media language(s)-lore for his own (private) 'escape' for dogma journals? You bet I did, and it was all for a Selfie-consumerism culture 'insurance' for what'd become a 21st-Century American Homeland street 'expression' for lifestyle drawn books (for the soul).