Same as it ever was...
QUOTES TO DEFINE VACATION, AND STUFF
“Even if it means taking a chubby, I will suck it up.”-Tobias Funke (David Cross), Arrested Development
“But, check your lease, man, because you’re living in Fuck City!”-G.O.B. (Will Arnett), Arrested Development
“Holy heartbreak, Batman!”-Robin (Burt Ward), Batman: The Movie
“The difference between hard and impossible is a thousand miles wide.”-Bane, “Superhero”
“The street had won. The street always won.”--Sleepers by Lorenzo Carcaterra
Alex Martin being awesome IMing me:
wumbologie (8:01:54 AM): sam! i have to go to work i'm late
wumbologie (8:02:03 AM): but i saw conan o'brien on the street yesterday and i thought of you
wumbologie (8:02:04 AM): hahhaha
wumbologie (8:02:07 AM): have a great new year
wumbologie (8:02:07 AM): <3
That’s what life is, a series of down endings. All Jedi had was a bunch of muppets.”-Dante Hicks, Clerks
“’We got two things in Odessa,’ Jerrod said once. ‘Oil and football. And Oil’s gone. But we still got football, so fuck the rest of you.’”-Jerrod McDougal, Friday Night Lights (Authored by H.G. Bissinger)
“Fa ra ra ra ra ra, ra ra ra ra…”--A Christmas Story
“They think they’re all high and mighty, just because they never got caught driving without pants.”-Moe Syzslak (Hank Azaria), The Simpsons: “Team Homer”
“Hey, brother…”-Buster Bluth (Tony Hale), Arrested Development
So yeah, I’ve been doing some reading and watching some DVD’s, not much else do on family vacation. It probably won’t be as bad as I think it will be, but I’d much rather be with my friends, especially at Ted’s Jolly Holly Folly Party. I must be one of the first people to attempt to type that phrase out. But, yes, I’m sad not to be there, and I send my best to those who are there. I guess this will be one long brain fart. I don’t have much else to do with my time. I’ll LJ-CUT it up, so that you the reader can pick and choose what you read. There is no real telling how long this thing will be. I really have nothing to do and no one to hang out with until December 31st. I feel I left some people off my list of people I like, or whatever… Most notably a woman I call “mom,” no not that one… EMILY GREENWELL… So, yes, sorry for the delay, but here at last is your due…
Okay, very briefly, I cannot believe I wrote this much, but it was cathartic, and well worth my time, and I hope those of you sick enough to read enjoy it. I honestly enjoyed writing it, and will try to keep up this more thorough style of chronicling my life… I basically did not want to spend the entire trip miserable, so I wrote and read a lot. Most of it I think is good-natured, there is a token depressing part, but I think its surprisingly upbeat. Okay, I need to let this die and put it up… PS: I wanted to the cooler lj-cut effects, but I don’t know how, and it is 7:56am, and I want to put this up on the ‘net and do not want to wait for someone to wake up to explain it to me…
THE CELTICS RANT
Well, I don’t even know where to begin here. Tony Allen’s knee is a huge nagging factor. If he gets healthy, which seems unlikely since it swelled up again after one hard practice, Ricky Davis can get under 40 minutes a game. At this rate, Ricky Davis is just going to break down and Paul Pierce will try to do everything, or grow apathetic and do nothing. The Utah win (which was only the first time this year the Celtics had won back to back games by the way) was the perfect example to me of how the Celtics can beat teams: Run, run, and run some more. Even if they’re not on the fast break, just keep moving, passing the ball. The Celtics are young and fast, why not exploit it? With Dickau shut down for the year, and Scalabrine already banished to the bench, the Celtics are free to fully exploit their youth. Side note, Dickau and Scalabrine might be the two biggest free agent busts in the entire league. Marcus Banks still looks lost on the half court offense, so, keep the ball out of his hands on offense, and watch him shine of defense. The Celtics will need to go back to the drawing board this off-season in search of an efficient veteran point guard, but for now, West, Banks and Orien Greene can kill opposing point guard with youth and speed. The team needs to improve its defense, which I truly believe can set up its offense. Banks, West and Greene are all above-average defenders who can get steals. And Perkins and Jefferson will be, in time, elite shot-blockers. All of this sets up fast break opportunities, where pure scorers like Ricky Davis and Paul Pierce can get easy lay-up and highlight reel dunks. I thought Ryan Gomes would develop faster than he has. I guess I expected too much. I thought he would be as good as Danny Granger basically immediately and really anchor the second unit. Basically, I thought his play would make the Celtics regret signing Scalabrine. Turns out Scalabrine was able to do that on his own. I haven’t watched as much Celtics basketball as I would like to do. But, I will watch more second semester as the work load promises to be much lighter and less stressful. I cannot over emphasize how much I love Perkins, Jefferson and West. I think if Gerald Green comes along and develops into the Tracy McGrady-esque player he could be, this team will be scary down the road. Perkins is a ferocious post defender. He seemingly blocks and rebounds at will. He never looks disinterested or lazy, as Jefferson sometimes might. Perkins will be the heart and soul of the Celtics, the player with less natural skill who just wants the ball that much more than everyone else. Jefferson is a truly gifted player. I think he started slow this year due to injuries and pressure, he was on the cover of the Celtics’ media guide a year out of high school. There was a play in the Jazz game that to me defined what makes Jefferson so special. He was doubled in the paint and took a floater through the basket a la Kevin McHale. His soft touch around the rim is why I truly believe he’s special. If the opportunity to slam it in is not there, he has enough sense and finesse to make an old school play for the two. And West, might be in a slight offensive rut as of late, but this guy can quarterback a game. He makes the passes on the break, which is so crucial for a team looking to run on any rebound or steal. He possesses an amazing ability to feed the ball inside. He makes people around him better, especially the rotting corpse of Mark Blount. It takes a special point guard to make Blount worth half of his monstrous contract, West is that special point guard. I think that’s enough Celtics for now. I love them so, so much… Just a little side note, I was unable to watch any Celtics basketball over the break, but based on all the ESPN crawls I saw, it seems as if they didn’t win the entire time, going 0-3 during the stretch. They played a lackluster Sacramento team this past night, as I am traveling back to Boston, so maybe they won, going 1-3 since Christmas. I would write this off as a curse based on me not being able to watch the games, but they weren’t winning much anyway.
THE RED SOX RANT
A great off-season comes completely undone by one man. Johnny Damon leaves for pinstripes and suddenly a great off-season by Luchinno and henchmen becomes and awful one. This ownership has shown no loyalty to any player, aside from Jason Varitek. Just ask Nomar Garciaparra and Shea Hillenbrand. But, when it came to free agency they expected Damon and Pedro to make it their objective to resign with the Red Sox. The Red Sox made a four-year, $40 million dollar deal to Damon during the winter meetings. So, let me explain my opinion of the current Red Sox brass. I think because of their unparalled success on the field (first time the Sox have ever made the postseason in the three consecutive years, and of course the 2004 Championship), the management got caught up in the mentality of the fans and of the press. The press, basically just saying what the fans want to hear: They could never understand why any player, current or free agent, wouldn’t want to play for the Red Sox. Who in the world would not want to play in Boston and for the “Sawx”? The Red Sox made their offer and sat their, and like the fans, just expected Damon to counter with whatever he wanted, because of course, his first priority was returning the Sox, and not netting as much money as he could. Yes, that’s why people get Scott Boras for an agent. (Just a slight side-tagent: How does any player in Major League Baseball not get Scott Boras as an agent. The Damon deal being one of his lesser accomplishments, compared to A-Rod’s behemoth 252 million, and Kevin Millwood just got five years and sixty million dollars. Magglio Ordonez got 75 million after a year where he barely sniffed the field!) The Yankees, seeing a four-year deal in their sites swooped in stole one of the most popular players in the history of the Red Sox. Some people don’t like me to say it, it’s Johnny Damon, he was a fucking movie star in this city, and now he’s gone to the “Evil Empire.” Sure, I hate the Yankees, but are they really “evil”? If Steinbrenner is evil, what does that say about the Red Sox brass? The Yankees resigned Bernie Williams, and would never let their homegrown stars like Jeter and Posada walk. The Yankees have shown loyalty to their fans’ most beloved players (with the exception of Andy Pettitte, who might not have considered resigning with the Yankees, setting his sites of Houston), and the Red Sox, as far as I can see, have done no such thing. Not to mention the fact that John Henry, the principal owner of the Red Sox could buy Steinbreener ten times over, but he doesn’t spend nearly as much of his own money. As for the Red Sox next year. I have a hard time believing they will finish above the Blue Jays, much less the Yankees. The Blue Jays took a team that probably would have made it a three-team race last year had it not been for Roy Halladay’s injuries, and added to it Lyle Overbay, B.J. Ryan and A.J. Burnett (For about $110 million dollars, but still…). They are an improved team, and the Sox have improved their pitching, but their once-vaunted offense is undeniably in shambles. I don’t know if I need to or want to write more on the subject, but the Red Sox fans who have been spoiled the last 3-4 years by a team legitimately contending for a World Series title will be not-so-pleasantly surprised to find a competitive, but not other-worldly team on the field next year.
THE PATRIOTS RANT
Well, it seems like they always find a way, huh? They turned an awful off-season into a productive team, again relying on rookies like Ellis Hobbs. Chad Brown, Monty Beisel, and Duane Starks were all free agent and trade duds for the Patriots. Fans and columnists alike began to write the team off as a group that would limp into the playoffs, winning the intensely mediocre AFC East, and being one and done in the playoffs. But, the midseason return of Tedy Bruschi, the re-emergence of Roosevelt Colvin as an elite pass rusher and unexpected blossoming of Mike Vrabel as a solid inside linebacker have sparked the team. Now, most would pick the Patriots to beat their first round opponent in the cold comfort of Gillette Stadium, and seriously challenge the Colts in the second round. Don’t look now, but this could be the first banner season all over again. Bill Belichick has again demonstrated an ability to rise above opposing coaches and do more with less.
THE BRUINS MUMBLE
Wow, and we were worried that Jeremy Jacobs would actually let this team legitimately contend… That having been said, I fully supported the Joe Thornton trade.
THE KINDA DEPRESSING SECTION
Wow, this is rough and potentially deep shit. I’m not sure where, if anywhere I am going to go with this. I feel incredibly put-upon in my life. I find myself increasingly lonely and isolated from friends and family. I just have absolutely no confidence in anything I do. And I feel like, especially around girls, my desperation and lack of self-belief reek, and they can tell. I just wish it would go away, but it seems like a vicious cycle. To paraphrase John Cusack from High Fidelity, there’s only a certain type of person frightened of being alone for their entire lives in their early twenties, I am of that disposition. Often times at college and at home, I find myself in conversations involving hooking up and things similar to that. I immediately sink to the floor and a million thoughts race through my mind. I wonder, what, if anything I have done to deserve this lack of understanding of the opposite sex. I wonder why I have been left to wonder what why I have been doomed to be alone and without a woman’s touch. I never could have imagined as a young child that I would still be this sexually naïve at the age of 20. I admit that this is partially my fault. I hold high standards, and have shunned some advances and not capitalized on others. I refuse to blame myself for this. I won’t blame the female population. I just feel like there is a huge divide growing between my friends and me. And I just don’t know what I can do about it, if anything. I guess right now I just cannot shake the fact that all my friends are partying and enjoying being twenty and I am trapped on a family vacation. It doesn’t feel like vacation at all. It seems that somewhere in the definition of vacation it should include doing something you want to do. Being surrounded by my Aunt Sandy’s insane fucking dogs and then being underage in Vegas with my mother and my sister is not high on my list. I haven’t even mentioned the six hour drive to Vegas, both ways. I also have a wisdom teeth surgery awaiting me after getting home as well. On the complete opposite side of the spectrum, I feel like I need to just go at it again. I need change these things, there are no outside factors that are going to do it for me. If I want to appear more confident around girls I need to do it myself. The odds of one particular girl coming to my side, to aide me in the process are fairly slim. A stronger example, Chris recently called me and informed me that the apartment might not be clean when I return. I just got home, and it wasn’t. However, it was not that messy, and it was six am and he appeared to be sick after I checked his livejournal and AIM. So, it’s all good, dude… Even when its not…
I have not shaved in probably seven days. I will not shave until I return home. Unless of course I grow a bitching beard. Yeah, I will be shaving upon returning to Boston…
I MISS HOME, BUT NOT TOO DEPRESSING BLAB
I just completed the Christmas party circuit. I ate entirely too much food over the past two days. I think what kills me is what I eat before and after the meals. I eat an inordinate amount of assorted chocolates, crackers and the likes. It was an okay time, I guess. I think once Ted’s party came and went, and I had to accept head-on that I was missing it, I was able to deal with this trip. But, tomorrow I leave for three days in Las Vegas with my mother and my sister, where at best we are sharing a hotel room. Well, that could present another series of conflicts. In the small time I was able to spend online so far on this trip, I learned of a party at Adi’s on the 26th of December, I view this now as another missed opportunity while I’m stuck in vacation purgatory with the family. But, when tomorrow night passes, acceptance will set in, and I will move on. I called Trevor today and was unable to further solidify New Year’s Eve plans, but just the thought that I will be back by then offers me hope and promise. This whole journal is really starting to read like a prison journal. Rest assured, the vacation is not as bad as I am making it out to be.
Mystic River/Sleepers Comments
I just watched Mystic River. I really enjoyed it, save for the ending. I don’t know, I’ll watch it again and read Dennis Lehane’s novel and see what I think about it after that. It just doesn’t seem to end neatly. I detected Tim Robbins’ “Boston accent,” and deemed it shitty. I did not even hear what Dave Bartlett later told me was a pathetic attempt at a Boston accent by Laurence Fishburne… I don’t want to ruin it for anyone who hasn’t seen it, but it seems to say, “The street always wins,” as did Lorenzo Carcaterra’s novel Sleepers (also later made into a movie I later plan to see).
What a transition into Sleepers, the first book I read during my vacation. In case you can’t tell, I’m trying to get back into reading and movies. I plan on getting a NetFlix subscription. But, I digress. Anyway, I very much enjoyed Sleepers. It was incredibly, haunting, uplifting and strangely morally correct in my mind. Much like Mystic River, I cannot reveal many details, and I’m not good enough at reviewing books to explain it without divulging details. The book is incredibly genuine in its telling of four kids from a rough neighborhood (placed in Hell’s Kitchen in the book, though Carcaterra claims the location was changed to protect the people mentioned within). The book displays raw emotion. You’ll laugh, cry, cringe and silently scream, An amazing book that I will soon add to the list of “Favorite Books” on Faccbook. I will say this, reading long books sure goes by fast when you are really engulfed in it. To some of you this will seem obvious, to others, not as much so. To those who it is not obvious to: Reading for fun is still, and always will be fun, nobody how hard school tries to ruin it.
Which Arrested Development episode features the corn baller? (I figured it out, its “Bringing Up Buster,” one of the best episodes in my mind. “Man, we are just blowing through nap time, aren’t we?”)
THE VEGAS RANTS Yeah, it was kind of boring there…
My father purchased for me The Simpsons: The Complete Seventh Season. I am currently watching it before I hit up another book. I’m watching “Team Homer,’ the episode in which Homer, Apu, Otto and Moe start a bowling team named “The Pin Pals.” There are a million great one-liners in this episode such as “the suckiest bunch of sucks who ever sucked.” And the classic subplot with Springfield Elementary School getting uniforms and losing all independence (Nelson: “Ha…Ho?”). I know this paragraph was superfluous (it should be noted this word like many others, I can spell and write, but cannot pronounce, if I could, girls would think I was smarter).
So, yeah, I felt the need to write some more. And I recently came to realize that the Atlanta Falcons have been eliminated from playoff contention. Michael Vick is overrated. He represents to me the latest example of a quarterback that was hyped up as a great quarterback with tremendous athletic ability. Basically Vick, or “Ron Mexico,” was supposed to be a true game-changer who could beat any defense with the pass or the run. Vick has yet to put the whole package together. I am not prepared to say its all over and he’ll never be what he was supposed to be, but it is certainly taking long enough. Keep in mind that the San Diego Chargers traded Vick for the draft rights to Drew Brees, L. Tomlinson (I can’t spell his first name, sue me), among others I am sure. When are people going to discuss how this was a possible heist for the Chargers, who would be a true playoff threat if not for the worst coach in the league (Marty Schottenheimer)? What the hell’s a rant?
I have arrived in Las Vegas. The bus ride was characterized by unbelievably long stretches of desert (unbelievable, really, no civilization for 100+ miles…), boredom, me not reading for reasons unbeknownst to me, and a sign in the bathroom instructing me to pee sitting down. Let the record show that this is the goddamn US of A and I will pee standing upright dagnabbit… Did we lose a war?
I have not done anything in Vegas aside from eat entirely too much buffet food and sit in the hot tub. I have been in the hot tub twice now, and will probably return for a third tour of duty after I stop writing in this “gurnal.” I need to have a hot tub in my permanent residence when I settle down. I think by the time I am 25-30, a daily hot tub will be necessary and going more than a few days without it would be simply unthinkable. The buffet thing, basically, I think by the time I get home the idea of food will absolutely repulse me. I have now completely pigged out at least four days in a row. Two days of Christmas feasts and two days of Vegas buffets. Yes, it will be nice to get home…
Okay, the “neard” is starting to get a little irritating… No, I must not shave… I must protect the symbology of this trip (Microsoft Word says that “symbology is not a word, but Chris Pond assured me that it is… Who am I to believe?)
I gave in and shaved. The “neard” was just far too itchy, I couldn’t put up with it anymore. Plus my beard was a beard in name only. It was patchy and gross. I am glad to have it gone though I do still harbor hopes of growing a true, full beard at some point in my life. My time clearly has not come yet. Well, now onward with the DVD list… These are the DVD’s that are not in my possession, and this is who I believe has them…
Chris Fournier- Reservoir Dogs
Dave Carr- The Office: Season 1 (American Version)
Dave/A-Mac/Nick Bragg- The Office (British Version)
Addie Schwartz- Pete and Pete: The First Season
Dave Eastman- Newsradio: Seasons 1 and 2
MORE VEGAS, AND JEFF REARDON AND CARROT TOP
Well, it was good to finally commit that DVD list to print. If you have another one of my DVD’s, congrats, you have successfully stolen it from me. My stomach is telling me to quit this absurd amount of eating. I will obey as soon as I get back on the East Coast. Maybe I will start going to the gym. That might be a tad far-fetched, but, maybe… I will not write it off until I have officially blown it off. So, Jeff Reardon (former closer for the Red Sox) was arrested for allegedly robbing a bank while not on his anti-depression medicine. I happen to think this is sad. He claims to not even remember having done it. The picture I saw of him was not the same Jeff Reardon I remembered hurling for the Red Sox some ten years ago, at least. He was fatter, sullen in appearance, the trademark grizzly beard was still there. It was probably the only way I knew for sure that it was him.
The Vegas trip was okay, I guess. My mother is a pretty difficult person to spend an extended period of time with. And being in Vegas at the age of twenty is not exactly ideal. You see plenty of people looking barely older than you gambling and drinking, and you are resigned to buffets and hot tubs. Not an ideal vacation spot for my specific demographic at all. Although, I would love to at least entertain the idea of spending my 21st birthday (mid-to-late July) there with some friends. Any takers? Well, we’ll further examine this when the time comes… Oh, and another small Vegas anecdote. Apparently Carrot Top is the cat’s pajamas in Vegas these days. Selling out his nightly show in a fashion similar to Vegas mainstays Rita Rudner and Penn and Teller. I was walking around late Tuesday night and I saw him with a girl I’ll kindly call his “girlfriend” and a bottle of wine. I would have made this a photo opportunity had I had a camera, but alas I did not. I had no desire to speak to him, I really didn’t have anything to say to him, and I am a firm believer in not bothering famous people, except for a cheesy photo op. I will say this, he is much bigger in person. He towers over me at about six foot-three and he has muscles. One final question on the Carrot Top matter: Do people genuinely find him funny, or is he so unfunny he’s funny? And does he flourish in Vegas because actually hilarity is secondary to the spectacle of the show (His show is seemingly filled with costumes and props, as the promotional video playing on a constant loop throughout the resort would have one believe)? Discuss this amongst yourselves. The legend that is Carrot Top has always perplexed me. I will always think of him in light of David Cross’ searing parody on Mr. Show (“Hot college comic Blueberry Head”). That’s really all there is to say about Vegas.
FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS COMMENTS
I guess this tidbit will be, or should be the last of the California/Las Vegas trip. I am typing this on the plane, at 4:40am Eastern Time. I have been previously informed that the flight is said to land at 6:00am Eastern Time. I have just completed Friday Night Lights, book two of the vacation. I started reading The Real Frank Zappa Book, which I am sure I will love. But, I need a break from reading. I have come to realize that starting up the Powerbook on battery is not unlike my father starting up the ’89 Toyota Van. A screwdriver replaced the key in the ignition after it had been broken into for the third time. And, upon entering the car in the dead of winter to drive to school, it always took at least three tries to engine going. The Powerbook, I hit the startup button once, the machine whirs for twenty seconds, but there is no preceding signature Apple ding. The second try usually does not even yield a whir. The third time is usually the charm, and as usual, whenever I turn on the Powerbook in public, I am embarrassed by the ding and I seek to turn off the volume as quickly as possible. As I already mentioned, I just finished H.G. Bissinger’s Friday Night Lights which I enjoyed more than the film of the same name, though I greatly enjoyed the film, and without it, admittedly, I probably never would have read the book. I think the movie tried to paint an idealized version of the 1988 Permian Panthers, and its surrounding town of Odessa, Texas. The Billy Bob Thornton version of Gary Gaines (which rivaled his performance in Bad Santa… joking) was soft-spoken and spoke exclusively in a poignant manner to motivate his players. The “real” Gary Gaines in Bissinger’s book is a deep man, not just a dumb country hick, but certainly seemed to speak in a more riled up, “go-get-‘em” manner than in the film. Many of the players were kept intact for the most part, with the exception of Mike Winchell and Don Billingsley’s family lives being slightly over-dramatized for the film. Jerrod McDougal was the only player prominently highlighted in the book that was completely left out in the film. I guess its easy to see why, he was an undersized offensive lineman, who had heart. But for personality, McDougal was just a gun-crazy redneck. But, it is ironic, throughout the whole book, I was searching for one poignant line to define the book for me, and I found it in a quote from him that I pinned up at the beginning of this ordeal. The book deals with the oil crisis and racial tension that define Odessa, Texas, and how the “Friday Night Lights” are the town’s escape from them. The film makes note of the racial tension and shows in passing the unmanned oil rigs, but does not have the time to delve as deeply as the book did. The book also dedicated time to discussing how Bush Sr., despite playing a role in the diminishing oil industry in the U.S., (which basically characterized the ebb and flow of Odessa’s economy), won the 1988 election on moral values. He was able to convince the voting public in towns like Odessa that he was just a good ol’ boy, with values like theirs, such as the glow of the Friday Night Lights, and that Dukakis was a scary liberal who wanted to take your gun away. These were the same people who celebrated Reagan as a war hero despite the fact that there was undeniably little truth to this claim or belief. So, yeah, great book, but not nearly as good as Sleepers. Sleepers was without a dull moment, and I don’t want to say that Lights necessarily had excessively dull moments because all of Bissinger’s writing seemed to create a message that was wholly satisfying.
Frank Zappa, and my Conclusion (Why do I unnecessarily capitalize Words sometimes?)
After finishing Bissinger’s Lights, I began reading Zappa’s autobiography, as mentioned earlier. I will dive into greater depth later, but I thought it was interesting early in the book, Zappa discusses why he doesn’t want to be on the school’s marching band:
”Considering my lack of interest in football, I couldn’t stand sitting around in a stupid-looking uniform, going ‘Da-ta-da…; CHARGE!’ every time somebody kicked a fucking football, freezing my nards off every weekend. Mr. Ballard threw me out of marching band for smoking in unIform-and for that I will be eternally grateful.”
So, immediately, only 35 pages in, a stark contrast between Lights and Zappa’s book is drawn. I stop reading after 50 or so pages, and started typing here. I plan to finish the book in the next day or so as it written in big font, and a seemingly easy read. After an hour or so, I have to put the Powerbook away because we have neared Boston. I look out the window and see the Prudential building, I know I’m close. I also come to the insignificant conclusion that up high in an airplane, where everything below is just an array of blinking LED lights, it’s kind of light Vegas. Except that Vegas retains that blurry glow of lights, even up close. I think this conclusion is not just “insignificant,” but perhaps better classified as “moronic.” I digress. We get off the plane, and we go down to baggage claim, and get our bags. Then we have to wait for our cab to come (pre-arranged by Dad). I get bored waiting, I just wanted to get outside. Receive confirmation that part 2 of the six months from Hell had passed. I got out of the impossible semester with great grades, and I survived the California family vacation. All that was left was the wisdom teeth. I walked through the revolving doors, and exhale, I’m home… I see the air form in front of my mouth. And the sight was truly euphoric. Some people are just from somewhere, and some people are where they are from. I truly believe that being from Boston is who I am, it is how I define myself… The sight of that air cannot be understated it must be how most people feel when they find Jesus, or receive a spectacular hand job…
fin.
did you read all of that? You fool…
“Even if it means taking a chubby, I will suck it up.”-Tobias Funke (David Cross), Arrested Development
“But, check your lease, man, because you’re living in Fuck City!”-G.O.B. (Will Arnett), Arrested Development
“Holy heartbreak, Batman!”-Robin (Burt Ward), Batman: The Movie
“The difference between hard and impossible is a thousand miles wide.”-Bane, “Superhero”
“The street had won. The street always won.”--Sleepers by Lorenzo Carcaterra
Alex Martin being awesome IMing me:
wumbologie (8:01:54 AM): sam! i have to go to work i'm late
wumbologie (8:02:03 AM): but i saw conan o'brien on the street yesterday and i thought of you
wumbologie (8:02:04 AM): hahhaha
wumbologie (8:02:07 AM): have a great new year
wumbologie (8:02:07 AM): <3
That’s what life is, a series of down endings. All Jedi had was a bunch of muppets.”-Dante Hicks, Clerks
“’We got two things in Odessa,’ Jerrod said once. ‘Oil and football. And Oil’s gone. But we still got football, so fuck the rest of you.’”-Jerrod McDougal, Friday Night Lights (Authored by H.G. Bissinger)
“Fa ra ra ra ra ra, ra ra ra ra…”--A Christmas Story
“They think they’re all high and mighty, just because they never got caught driving without pants.”-Moe Syzslak (Hank Azaria), The Simpsons: “Team Homer”
“Hey, brother…”-Buster Bluth (Tony Hale), Arrested Development
So yeah, I’ve been doing some reading and watching some DVD’s, not much else do on family vacation. It probably won’t be as bad as I think it will be, but I’d much rather be with my friends, especially at Ted’s Jolly Holly Folly Party. I must be one of the first people to attempt to type that phrase out. But, yes, I’m sad not to be there, and I send my best to those who are there. I guess this will be one long brain fart. I don’t have much else to do with my time. I’ll LJ-CUT it up, so that you the reader can pick and choose what you read. There is no real telling how long this thing will be. I really have nothing to do and no one to hang out with until December 31st. I feel I left some people off my list of people I like, or whatever… Most notably a woman I call “mom,” no not that one… EMILY GREENWELL… So, yes, sorry for the delay, but here at last is your due…
Okay, very briefly, I cannot believe I wrote this much, but it was cathartic, and well worth my time, and I hope those of you sick enough to read enjoy it. I honestly enjoyed writing it, and will try to keep up this more thorough style of chronicling my life… I basically did not want to spend the entire trip miserable, so I wrote and read a lot. Most of it I think is good-natured, there is a token depressing part, but I think its surprisingly upbeat. Okay, I need to let this die and put it up… PS: I wanted to the cooler lj-cut effects, but I don’t know how, and it is 7:56am, and I want to put this up on the ‘net and do not want to wait for someone to wake up to explain it to me…
THE CELTICS RANT
Well, I don’t even know where to begin here. Tony Allen’s knee is a huge nagging factor. If he gets healthy, which seems unlikely since it swelled up again after one hard practice, Ricky Davis can get under 40 minutes a game. At this rate, Ricky Davis is just going to break down and Paul Pierce will try to do everything, or grow apathetic and do nothing. The Utah win (which was only the first time this year the Celtics had won back to back games by the way) was the perfect example to me of how the Celtics can beat teams: Run, run, and run some more. Even if they’re not on the fast break, just keep moving, passing the ball. The Celtics are young and fast, why not exploit it? With Dickau shut down for the year, and Scalabrine already banished to the bench, the Celtics are free to fully exploit their youth. Side note, Dickau and Scalabrine might be the two biggest free agent busts in the entire league. Marcus Banks still looks lost on the half court offense, so, keep the ball out of his hands on offense, and watch him shine of defense. The Celtics will need to go back to the drawing board this off-season in search of an efficient veteran point guard, but for now, West, Banks and Orien Greene can kill opposing point guard with youth and speed. The team needs to improve its defense, which I truly believe can set up its offense. Banks, West and Greene are all above-average defenders who can get steals. And Perkins and Jefferson will be, in time, elite shot-blockers. All of this sets up fast break opportunities, where pure scorers like Ricky Davis and Paul Pierce can get easy lay-up and highlight reel dunks. I thought Ryan Gomes would develop faster than he has. I guess I expected too much. I thought he would be as good as Danny Granger basically immediately and really anchor the second unit. Basically, I thought his play would make the Celtics regret signing Scalabrine. Turns out Scalabrine was able to do that on his own. I haven’t watched as much Celtics basketball as I would like to do. But, I will watch more second semester as the work load promises to be much lighter and less stressful. I cannot over emphasize how much I love Perkins, Jefferson and West. I think if Gerald Green comes along and develops into the Tracy McGrady-esque player he could be, this team will be scary down the road. Perkins is a ferocious post defender. He seemingly blocks and rebounds at will. He never looks disinterested or lazy, as Jefferson sometimes might. Perkins will be the heart and soul of the Celtics, the player with less natural skill who just wants the ball that much more than everyone else. Jefferson is a truly gifted player. I think he started slow this year due to injuries and pressure, he was on the cover of the Celtics’ media guide a year out of high school. There was a play in the Jazz game that to me defined what makes Jefferson so special. He was doubled in the paint and took a floater through the basket a la Kevin McHale. His soft touch around the rim is why I truly believe he’s special. If the opportunity to slam it in is not there, he has enough sense and finesse to make an old school play for the two. And West, might be in a slight offensive rut as of late, but this guy can quarterback a game. He makes the passes on the break, which is so crucial for a team looking to run on any rebound or steal. He possesses an amazing ability to feed the ball inside. He makes people around him better, especially the rotting corpse of Mark Blount. It takes a special point guard to make Blount worth half of his monstrous contract, West is that special point guard. I think that’s enough Celtics for now. I love them so, so much… Just a little side note, I was unable to watch any Celtics basketball over the break, but based on all the ESPN crawls I saw, it seems as if they didn’t win the entire time, going 0-3 during the stretch. They played a lackluster Sacramento team this past night, as I am traveling back to Boston, so maybe they won, going 1-3 since Christmas. I would write this off as a curse based on me not being able to watch the games, but they weren’t winning much anyway.
THE RED SOX RANT
A great off-season comes completely undone by one man. Johnny Damon leaves for pinstripes and suddenly a great off-season by Luchinno and henchmen becomes and awful one. This ownership has shown no loyalty to any player, aside from Jason Varitek. Just ask Nomar Garciaparra and Shea Hillenbrand. But, when it came to free agency they expected Damon and Pedro to make it their objective to resign with the Red Sox. The Red Sox made a four-year, $40 million dollar deal to Damon during the winter meetings. So, let me explain my opinion of the current Red Sox brass. I think because of their unparalled success on the field (first time the Sox have ever made the postseason in the three consecutive years, and of course the 2004 Championship), the management got caught up in the mentality of the fans and of the press. The press, basically just saying what the fans want to hear: They could never understand why any player, current or free agent, wouldn’t want to play for the Red Sox. Who in the world would not want to play in Boston and for the “Sawx”? The Red Sox made their offer and sat their, and like the fans, just expected Damon to counter with whatever he wanted, because of course, his first priority was returning the Sox, and not netting as much money as he could. Yes, that’s why people get Scott Boras for an agent. (Just a slight side-tagent: How does any player in Major League Baseball not get Scott Boras as an agent. The Damon deal being one of his lesser accomplishments, compared to A-Rod’s behemoth 252 million, and Kevin Millwood just got five years and sixty million dollars. Magglio Ordonez got 75 million after a year where he barely sniffed the field!) The Yankees, seeing a four-year deal in their sites swooped in stole one of the most popular players in the history of the Red Sox. Some people don’t like me to say it, it’s Johnny Damon, he was a fucking movie star in this city, and now he’s gone to the “Evil Empire.” Sure, I hate the Yankees, but are they really “evil”? If Steinbrenner is evil, what does that say about the Red Sox brass? The Yankees resigned Bernie Williams, and would never let their homegrown stars like Jeter and Posada walk. The Yankees have shown loyalty to their fans’ most beloved players (with the exception of Andy Pettitte, who might not have considered resigning with the Yankees, setting his sites of Houston), and the Red Sox, as far as I can see, have done no such thing. Not to mention the fact that John Henry, the principal owner of the Red Sox could buy Steinbreener ten times over, but he doesn’t spend nearly as much of his own money. As for the Red Sox next year. I have a hard time believing they will finish above the Blue Jays, much less the Yankees. The Blue Jays took a team that probably would have made it a three-team race last year had it not been for Roy Halladay’s injuries, and added to it Lyle Overbay, B.J. Ryan and A.J. Burnett (For about $110 million dollars, but still…). They are an improved team, and the Sox have improved their pitching, but their once-vaunted offense is undeniably in shambles. I don’t know if I need to or want to write more on the subject, but the Red Sox fans who have been spoiled the last 3-4 years by a team legitimately contending for a World Series title will be not-so-pleasantly surprised to find a competitive, but not other-worldly team on the field next year.
THE PATRIOTS RANT
Well, it seems like they always find a way, huh? They turned an awful off-season into a productive team, again relying on rookies like Ellis Hobbs. Chad Brown, Monty Beisel, and Duane Starks were all free agent and trade duds for the Patriots. Fans and columnists alike began to write the team off as a group that would limp into the playoffs, winning the intensely mediocre AFC East, and being one and done in the playoffs. But, the midseason return of Tedy Bruschi, the re-emergence of Roosevelt Colvin as an elite pass rusher and unexpected blossoming of Mike Vrabel as a solid inside linebacker have sparked the team. Now, most would pick the Patriots to beat their first round opponent in the cold comfort of Gillette Stadium, and seriously challenge the Colts in the second round. Don’t look now, but this could be the first banner season all over again. Bill Belichick has again demonstrated an ability to rise above opposing coaches and do more with less.
THE BRUINS MUMBLE
Wow, and we were worried that Jeremy Jacobs would actually let this team legitimately contend… That having been said, I fully supported the Joe Thornton trade.
THE KINDA DEPRESSING SECTION
Wow, this is rough and potentially deep shit. I’m not sure where, if anywhere I am going to go with this. I feel incredibly put-upon in my life. I find myself increasingly lonely and isolated from friends and family. I just have absolutely no confidence in anything I do. And I feel like, especially around girls, my desperation and lack of self-belief reek, and they can tell. I just wish it would go away, but it seems like a vicious cycle. To paraphrase John Cusack from High Fidelity, there’s only a certain type of person frightened of being alone for their entire lives in their early twenties, I am of that disposition. Often times at college and at home, I find myself in conversations involving hooking up and things similar to that. I immediately sink to the floor and a million thoughts race through my mind. I wonder, what, if anything I have done to deserve this lack of understanding of the opposite sex. I wonder why I have been left to wonder what why I have been doomed to be alone and without a woman’s touch. I never could have imagined as a young child that I would still be this sexually naïve at the age of 20. I admit that this is partially my fault. I hold high standards, and have shunned some advances and not capitalized on others. I refuse to blame myself for this. I won’t blame the female population. I just feel like there is a huge divide growing between my friends and me. And I just don’t know what I can do about it, if anything. I guess right now I just cannot shake the fact that all my friends are partying and enjoying being twenty and I am trapped on a family vacation. It doesn’t feel like vacation at all. It seems that somewhere in the definition of vacation it should include doing something you want to do. Being surrounded by my Aunt Sandy’s insane fucking dogs and then being underage in Vegas with my mother and my sister is not high on my list. I haven’t even mentioned the six hour drive to Vegas, both ways. I also have a wisdom teeth surgery awaiting me after getting home as well. On the complete opposite side of the spectrum, I feel like I need to just go at it again. I need change these things, there are no outside factors that are going to do it for me. If I want to appear more confident around girls I need to do it myself. The odds of one particular girl coming to my side, to aide me in the process are fairly slim. A stronger example, Chris recently called me and informed me that the apartment might not be clean when I return. I just got home, and it wasn’t. However, it was not that messy, and it was six am and he appeared to be sick after I checked his livejournal and AIM. So, it’s all good, dude… Even when its not…
I have not shaved in probably seven days. I will not shave until I return home. Unless of course I grow a bitching beard. Yeah, I will be shaving upon returning to Boston…
I MISS HOME, BUT NOT TOO DEPRESSING BLAB
I just completed the Christmas party circuit. I ate entirely too much food over the past two days. I think what kills me is what I eat before and after the meals. I eat an inordinate amount of assorted chocolates, crackers and the likes. It was an okay time, I guess. I think once Ted’s party came and went, and I had to accept head-on that I was missing it, I was able to deal with this trip. But, tomorrow I leave for three days in Las Vegas with my mother and my sister, where at best we are sharing a hotel room. Well, that could present another series of conflicts. In the small time I was able to spend online so far on this trip, I learned of a party at Adi’s on the 26th of December, I view this now as another missed opportunity while I’m stuck in vacation purgatory with the family. But, when tomorrow night passes, acceptance will set in, and I will move on. I called Trevor today and was unable to further solidify New Year’s Eve plans, but just the thought that I will be back by then offers me hope and promise. This whole journal is really starting to read like a prison journal. Rest assured, the vacation is not as bad as I am making it out to be.
Mystic River/Sleepers Comments
I just watched Mystic River. I really enjoyed it, save for the ending. I don’t know, I’ll watch it again and read Dennis Lehane’s novel and see what I think about it after that. It just doesn’t seem to end neatly. I detected Tim Robbins’ “Boston accent,” and deemed it shitty. I did not even hear what Dave Bartlett later told me was a pathetic attempt at a Boston accent by Laurence Fishburne… I don’t want to ruin it for anyone who hasn’t seen it, but it seems to say, “The street always wins,” as did Lorenzo Carcaterra’s novel Sleepers (also later made into a movie I later plan to see).
What a transition into Sleepers, the first book I read during my vacation. In case you can’t tell, I’m trying to get back into reading and movies. I plan on getting a NetFlix subscription. But, I digress. Anyway, I very much enjoyed Sleepers. It was incredibly, haunting, uplifting and strangely morally correct in my mind. Much like Mystic River, I cannot reveal many details, and I’m not good enough at reviewing books to explain it without divulging details. The book is incredibly genuine in its telling of four kids from a rough neighborhood (placed in Hell’s Kitchen in the book, though Carcaterra claims the location was changed to protect the people mentioned within). The book displays raw emotion. You’ll laugh, cry, cringe and silently scream, An amazing book that I will soon add to the list of “Favorite Books” on Faccbook. I will say this, reading long books sure goes by fast when you are really engulfed in it. To some of you this will seem obvious, to others, not as much so. To those who it is not obvious to: Reading for fun is still, and always will be fun, nobody how hard school tries to ruin it.
Which Arrested Development episode features the corn baller? (I figured it out, its “Bringing Up Buster,” one of the best episodes in my mind. “Man, we are just blowing through nap time, aren’t we?”)
THE VEGAS RANTS Yeah, it was kind of boring there…
My father purchased for me The Simpsons: The Complete Seventh Season. I am currently watching it before I hit up another book. I’m watching “Team Homer,’ the episode in which Homer, Apu, Otto and Moe start a bowling team named “The Pin Pals.” There are a million great one-liners in this episode such as “the suckiest bunch of sucks who ever sucked.” And the classic subplot with Springfield Elementary School getting uniforms and losing all independence (Nelson: “Ha…Ho?”). I know this paragraph was superfluous (it should be noted this word like many others, I can spell and write, but cannot pronounce, if I could, girls would think I was smarter).
So, yeah, I felt the need to write some more. And I recently came to realize that the Atlanta Falcons have been eliminated from playoff contention. Michael Vick is overrated. He represents to me the latest example of a quarterback that was hyped up as a great quarterback with tremendous athletic ability. Basically Vick, or “Ron Mexico,” was supposed to be a true game-changer who could beat any defense with the pass or the run. Vick has yet to put the whole package together. I am not prepared to say its all over and he’ll never be what he was supposed to be, but it is certainly taking long enough. Keep in mind that the San Diego Chargers traded Vick for the draft rights to Drew Brees, L. Tomlinson (I can’t spell his first name, sue me), among others I am sure. When are people going to discuss how this was a possible heist for the Chargers, who would be a true playoff threat if not for the worst coach in the league (Marty Schottenheimer)? What the hell’s a rant?
I have arrived in Las Vegas. The bus ride was characterized by unbelievably long stretches of desert (unbelievable, really, no civilization for 100+ miles…), boredom, me not reading for reasons unbeknownst to me, and a sign in the bathroom instructing me to pee sitting down. Let the record show that this is the goddamn US of A and I will pee standing upright dagnabbit… Did we lose a war?
I have not done anything in Vegas aside from eat entirely too much buffet food and sit in the hot tub. I have been in the hot tub twice now, and will probably return for a third tour of duty after I stop writing in this “gurnal.” I need to have a hot tub in my permanent residence when I settle down. I think by the time I am 25-30, a daily hot tub will be necessary and going more than a few days without it would be simply unthinkable. The buffet thing, basically, I think by the time I get home the idea of food will absolutely repulse me. I have now completely pigged out at least four days in a row. Two days of Christmas feasts and two days of Vegas buffets. Yes, it will be nice to get home…
Okay, the “neard” is starting to get a little irritating… No, I must not shave… I must protect the symbology of this trip (Microsoft Word says that “symbology is not a word, but Chris Pond assured me that it is… Who am I to believe?)
I gave in and shaved. The “neard” was just far too itchy, I couldn’t put up with it anymore. Plus my beard was a beard in name only. It was patchy and gross. I am glad to have it gone though I do still harbor hopes of growing a true, full beard at some point in my life. My time clearly has not come yet. Well, now onward with the DVD list… These are the DVD’s that are not in my possession, and this is who I believe has them…
Chris Fournier- Reservoir Dogs
Dave Carr- The Office: Season 1 (American Version)
Dave/A-Mac/Nick Bragg- The Office (British Version)
Addie Schwartz- Pete and Pete: The First Season
Dave Eastman- Newsradio: Seasons 1 and 2
MORE VEGAS, AND JEFF REARDON AND CARROT TOP
Well, it was good to finally commit that DVD list to print. If you have another one of my DVD’s, congrats, you have successfully stolen it from me. My stomach is telling me to quit this absurd amount of eating. I will obey as soon as I get back on the East Coast. Maybe I will start going to the gym. That might be a tad far-fetched, but, maybe… I will not write it off until I have officially blown it off. So, Jeff Reardon (former closer for the Red Sox) was arrested for allegedly robbing a bank while not on his anti-depression medicine. I happen to think this is sad. He claims to not even remember having done it. The picture I saw of him was not the same Jeff Reardon I remembered hurling for the Red Sox some ten years ago, at least. He was fatter, sullen in appearance, the trademark grizzly beard was still there. It was probably the only way I knew for sure that it was him.
The Vegas trip was okay, I guess. My mother is a pretty difficult person to spend an extended period of time with. And being in Vegas at the age of twenty is not exactly ideal. You see plenty of people looking barely older than you gambling and drinking, and you are resigned to buffets and hot tubs. Not an ideal vacation spot for my specific demographic at all. Although, I would love to at least entertain the idea of spending my 21st birthday (mid-to-late July) there with some friends. Any takers? Well, we’ll further examine this when the time comes… Oh, and another small Vegas anecdote. Apparently Carrot Top is the cat’s pajamas in Vegas these days. Selling out his nightly show in a fashion similar to Vegas mainstays Rita Rudner and Penn and Teller. I was walking around late Tuesday night and I saw him with a girl I’ll kindly call his “girlfriend” and a bottle of wine. I would have made this a photo opportunity had I had a camera, but alas I did not. I had no desire to speak to him, I really didn’t have anything to say to him, and I am a firm believer in not bothering famous people, except for a cheesy photo op. I will say this, he is much bigger in person. He towers over me at about six foot-three and he has muscles. One final question on the Carrot Top matter: Do people genuinely find him funny, or is he so unfunny he’s funny? And does he flourish in Vegas because actually hilarity is secondary to the spectacle of the show (His show is seemingly filled with costumes and props, as the promotional video playing on a constant loop throughout the resort would have one believe)? Discuss this amongst yourselves. The legend that is Carrot Top has always perplexed me. I will always think of him in light of David Cross’ searing parody on Mr. Show (“Hot college comic Blueberry Head”). That’s really all there is to say about Vegas.
FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS COMMENTS
I guess this tidbit will be, or should be the last of the California/Las Vegas trip. I am typing this on the plane, at 4:40am Eastern Time. I have been previously informed that the flight is said to land at 6:00am Eastern Time. I have just completed Friday Night Lights, book two of the vacation. I started reading The Real Frank Zappa Book, which I am sure I will love. But, I need a break from reading. I have come to realize that starting up the Powerbook on battery is not unlike my father starting up the ’89 Toyota Van. A screwdriver replaced the key in the ignition after it had been broken into for the third time. And, upon entering the car in the dead of winter to drive to school, it always took at least three tries to engine going. The Powerbook, I hit the startup button once, the machine whirs for twenty seconds, but there is no preceding signature Apple ding. The second try usually does not even yield a whir. The third time is usually the charm, and as usual, whenever I turn on the Powerbook in public, I am embarrassed by the ding and I seek to turn off the volume as quickly as possible. As I already mentioned, I just finished H.G. Bissinger’s Friday Night Lights which I enjoyed more than the film of the same name, though I greatly enjoyed the film, and without it, admittedly, I probably never would have read the book. I think the movie tried to paint an idealized version of the 1988 Permian Panthers, and its surrounding town of Odessa, Texas. The Billy Bob Thornton version of Gary Gaines (which rivaled his performance in Bad Santa… joking) was soft-spoken and spoke exclusively in a poignant manner to motivate his players. The “real” Gary Gaines in Bissinger’s book is a deep man, not just a dumb country hick, but certainly seemed to speak in a more riled up, “go-get-‘em” manner than in the film. Many of the players were kept intact for the most part, with the exception of Mike Winchell and Don Billingsley’s family lives being slightly over-dramatized for the film. Jerrod McDougal was the only player prominently highlighted in the book that was completely left out in the film. I guess its easy to see why, he was an undersized offensive lineman, who had heart. But for personality, McDougal was just a gun-crazy redneck. But, it is ironic, throughout the whole book, I was searching for one poignant line to define the book for me, and I found it in a quote from him that I pinned up at the beginning of this ordeal. The book deals with the oil crisis and racial tension that define Odessa, Texas, and how the “Friday Night Lights” are the town’s escape from them. The film makes note of the racial tension and shows in passing the unmanned oil rigs, but does not have the time to delve as deeply as the book did. The book also dedicated time to discussing how Bush Sr., despite playing a role in the diminishing oil industry in the U.S., (which basically characterized the ebb and flow of Odessa’s economy), won the 1988 election on moral values. He was able to convince the voting public in towns like Odessa that he was just a good ol’ boy, with values like theirs, such as the glow of the Friday Night Lights, and that Dukakis was a scary liberal who wanted to take your gun away. These were the same people who celebrated Reagan as a war hero despite the fact that there was undeniably little truth to this claim or belief. So, yeah, great book, but not nearly as good as Sleepers. Sleepers was without a dull moment, and I don’t want to say that Lights necessarily had excessively dull moments because all of Bissinger’s writing seemed to create a message that was wholly satisfying.
Frank Zappa, and my Conclusion (Why do I unnecessarily capitalize Words sometimes?)
After finishing Bissinger’s Lights, I began reading Zappa’s autobiography, as mentioned earlier. I will dive into greater depth later, but I thought it was interesting early in the book, Zappa discusses why he doesn’t want to be on the school’s marching band:
”Considering my lack of interest in football, I couldn’t stand sitting around in a stupid-looking uniform, going ‘Da-ta-da…; CHARGE!’ every time somebody kicked a fucking football, freezing my nards off every weekend. Mr. Ballard threw me out of marching band for smoking in unIform-and for that I will be eternally grateful.”
So, immediately, only 35 pages in, a stark contrast between Lights and Zappa’s book is drawn. I stop reading after 50 or so pages, and started typing here. I plan to finish the book in the next day or so as it written in big font, and a seemingly easy read. After an hour or so, I have to put the Powerbook away because we have neared Boston. I look out the window and see the Prudential building, I know I’m close. I also come to the insignificant conclusion that up high in an airplane, where everything below is just an array of blinking LED lights, it’s kind of light Vegas. Except that Vegas retains that blurry glow of lights, even up close. I think this conclusion is not just “insignificant,” but perhaps better classified as “moronic.” I digress. We get off the plane, and we go down to baggage claim, and get our bags. Then we have to wait for our cab to come (pre-arranged by Dad). I get bored waiting, I just wanted to get outside. Receive confirmation that part 2 of the six months from Hell had passed. I got out of the impossible semester with great grades, and I survived the California family vacation. All that was left was the wisdom teeth. I walked through the revolving doors, and exhale, I’m home… I see the air form in front of my mouth. And the sight was truly euphoric. Some people are just from somewhere, and some people are where they are from. I truly believe that being from Boston is who I am, it is how I define myself… The sight of that air cannot be understated it must be how most people feel when they find Jesus, or receive a spectacular hand job…
fin.
did you read all of that? You fool…