SUMMER:
I need heat. Severe heat. I need to walk out of an air-conditioned space and feel the heat hit me like a wall. I need to see heat lines coming off the ground in the distance. I need sex to be wet and sweaty. I need to see flesh. I need to not think about clothing. The greatest Summer was in Chicago '99. Intense heat-wave for 2 weeks, every asshole has their air-conditioner full blast 24 hrs a day. Blackouts all across the city! It takes about five days for them to get the power back on in my neighborhood. Everyone is miserable and pissed off. I couldn't be happier. What else is there to do but go and drink? (which I would never allow myself to do in normal circumstances) Just throw in a couple hundred dead old people and you have the PERFECT SUMMER! On the downside, there are too many jerk-offs outdoors, too many drunk drivers speeding down the street aiming their cars at me. Too much racket, too much Mariachi music! Kids are out of school…fucking kids.

FALL:
I enjoy the cooling down, but with it comes a sense of loss, a slight depression, and heavy heavy nostalgia. I hate when the days become too short. I enjoy that assholes don't roam the street as much. I can ride my bike at night and feel like I'm the only person in the city. The dread builds…knowing what comes….

WINTER:
Everyone is miserable, everyone's skin is thickening. If I had an apartment which retained a bit of heat, it would be fine. If I didn't have to wait 2 hours for the bus after work at 3 AM, it would be fine. I waste a lot of time in the winter. Too much time waiting, waiting, waiting. Too much energy expended trying to keep warm. I hate it, but love it. It's extreme and intolerable. I have many great wintertime memories. I just don't know if I can take another Chicago winter. It's not so much the severity but the length…till goddamn May! I'm a wreck afterwards and it takes me a while to recoup.

SPRING:
Spring in Chicago doesn't really happen. Sometimes it might climb into the 70s for a week, only for the weather to jerk you around and drop back to 40/50. I'm most moody in the Spring. I'm in constant anticipation of the Summer, not wanting to worry about keeping warm. I get obsessive, I start kicking things screaming "GODDAMNIT! WHY THE FUCK IS IT SO COLD?! WHY IS MOST OF MY LIFE PREOCCUPIED WITH KEEPING WARM?! ONLY 3 FUCKING MONTHS A YEAR I DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THIS SHIT?!"

- gregory jacobsen