New England in the fall
I’m here writing form the hills. I wish I was kidding. Then again I don’t, I love it here. Mari finally hooked me and reeled me in. This place is live with independent thought and self medicating town’s people, the way America should look like from far away. Up close it’s just as fun. The leaves are on acid or fire I can’t decide yet, they say its fall coming a.k.a ‘season chance” whatever that means it looks serious, I am concerned. Someone else told me there would be snow soon, that was yesterday and I still have an erection. Growing up in Miami means you have a vague semblance of this phenomenon otherwise known as weather variations so you can see why I’m shitting myself whenever I go outside.
This place is a college town which means it’s full of people willing to do all the things they know they can’t get away with 10 years from now. You know, when someone says “just once, but only in college” yeah, well just that is happening right now all around me, and I’ll bet the money I’m trying so hard not to spend on more notebook paper that it’s not only going to happen just once. This place is the melting pot of the future in some ways it’s a little surreal passing future cabinet members and soon to be porn stars.
Job’s ok, it’s new and still smells that way. The people are smart, which is a relief. However, if I had one complaint it would be that everyone here is such a big fan of their little baseball team. Last night whilst on the clock I asked…let’s call her frank (because I feel I need to protect the innocent from ridicule, and also to insinuate that this girl looked like a guy named frank put on a dress and came to work 5’oclock shadow and all)a question
“Given I’ve only been here a month, I have found that the ratio of people our age (18-23) are so much more involved with political goings than the Miami assemblage alone. To a point that it’s starting to feel like a radical thought convention more than a Red Sox tailgate party which was what I was expecting on my way here.
“…..Sox? Omg, liek, you’re a sox fan? Holy crap me too!!1! See my hat,” she/he points to the hat on its head as if I needed help finding it. “BOSTON BABY!”
“Um, actually the thesis of my icebreaker was political awareness, not the fucking sox. I can care less about the fucking sox.
“So you’re a Yankee fan?” I can tell for her this was a matter of black and white, up and down. How can I get my point across without being the new guy who’s an asshole?
“I hate baseball”
“TERRORIST!!!!!!!!”
Ok, that didn’t go over to well. I have more hope for this place though. Just because I happened to strike up a convo with a person who sees where’s waldo as a family activity doesn’t mean I should write off all of the pioneer valley.
I like the air, its transparent, I like the water it’s free and I like the people they’re blue. Sorry Miami you’ve got a ways to go kiddo. The girls even taste better. The only way I’m leaving this place is in a body bag or a limo. Cheers.
_Ari
This place is a college town which means it’s full of people willing to do all the things they know they can’t get away with 10 years from now. You know, when someone says “just once, but only in college” yeah, well just that is happening right now all around me, and I’ll bet the money I’m trying so hard not to spend on more notebook paper that it’s not only going to happen just once. This place is the melting pot of the future in some ways it’s a little surreal passing future cabinet members and soon to be porn stars.
Job’s ok, it’s new and still smells that way. The people are smart, which is a relief. However, if I had one complaint it would be that everyone here is such a big fan of their little baseball team. Last night whilst on the clock I asked…let’s call her frank (because I feel I need to protect the innocent from ridicule, and also to insinuate that this girl looked like a guy named frank put on a dress and came to work 5’oclock shadow and all)a question
“Given I’ve only been here a month, I have found that the ratio of people our age (18-23) are so much more involved with political goings than the Miami assemblage alone. To a point that it’s starting to feel like a radical thought convention more than a Red Sox tailgate party which was what I was expecting on my way here.
“…..Sox? Omg, liek, you’re a sox fan? Holy crap me too!!1! See my hat,” she/he points to the hat on its head as if I needed help finding it. “BOSTON BABY!”
“Um, actually the thesis of my icebreaker was political awareness, not the fucking sox. I can care less about the fucking sox.
“So you’re a Yankee fan?” I can tell for her this was a matter of black and white, up and down. How can I get my point across without being the new guy who’s an asshole?
“I hate baseball”
“TERRORIST!!!!!!!!”
Ok, that didn’t go over to well. I have more hope for this place though. Just because I happened to strike up a convo with a person who sees where’s waldo as a family activity doesn’t mean I should write off all of the pioneer valley.
I like the air, its transparent, I like the water it’s free and I like the people they’re blue. Sorry Miami you’ve got a ways to go kiddo. The girls even taste better. The only way I’m leaving this place is in a body bag or a limo. Cheers.
_Ari