as he walks down the streets of Chicago he notices blood still ample on the sidewalks and a smell of sulfur in the air

he lights up a cigar and takes a big whiff of this fine Cubano to extinguish the sulfur smell of the city

"y'know its days like today, days after all this bloodshed that i am reminded of just how fortunate i am in this world of ours, the gods look favorably upon not only myself but my family as well.

its days like this that i should probably clean out the play room and feed those stuck and affixed within it and show them just how much worse it could be"

he walks past a local news boy selling papers, in the paper he reads "HotIce Hitlisted!", curious what this was about he buys the paper from the boy and opens it up

"well what have we here?, it appears someone may have held some bitterness towards yesterdays events, this is something we see all the time is young ones of those just perished coming out looking for answers. we all seek closure but to do something like hit list a head of a family is the wrong way to go about getting information"

he flips to the next page

"national pizza day? well i'll be! i best head down to the local pizza place and see what they have in the oven"

he folds the paper under his arm as he walks down the street in search of a slice of some fine pizza, on the way to the pizza place he happens to stumble upon one of many over flowing funeral parlors and notices the undertaker and mortician working with great smiles on their faces

"business must be good for these folks today, so much work to do. so much money to be made"

he continues down the street in search of that slice of pizza