November 4th, 2008 I sit here, now, in a windowless, soulless hostel room on S Halsted St., in the Greek quarter of Chicago, counting down the minutes until two more aspirin won’t kill me. Sometime into a 16-hour Greyhound journey from New York my sinuses decided to cave into my face and now no amount of water, medicinal drugs or oxygen seem to be able to stop the gnawing headache stretching around the side of my head. But there’s an election going on here! I’ve seen it being put up a few blocks away, and whatever whiff of relevance this odyssey may have is dissipating by the second.