Have you ever rode down I-290 to or from the West Chicago-land area? If you have press play. If you haven’t press play and get a different perspective of the Eisenhower highway. This song has a double meaning that many are familiar with. “290 switching lanes in her veins.” As Chicago becomes the murder capitol, could this perhaps be the highway to hell? Here is 2 fictional stories of a heroin dealer and a heroine addict parallel to one another that are as real life as it gets. Both end the same way. Not glorifying the situation, but just reflecting on what is reality.