When A Nigga Got Twins He Got Two Glocks On Him
Okay so I feel better. That was easy. My happiness is a bit too dependent on other people?
Things lately:
Yesterday I saw Finding Neverland. I now understand why it got the Oscar noms. It's an Oscar type movie. Well-made schmaltz that goes down pretty easy, if you like that kind of thing. And yesterday, well, I did. The ending is a bit much, but all the stuff with the play is entertaining enough and I didn't hate myself for spending seven bucks on it. At this point that's all I can ask of a movie. If I manage to see Ray before the 27th I'll have seen all five Best Picture nominees for the first time... ever? I think so.
Some drunk guy almost kicked my ass while I was walking around last night. I was unsuccessfully attempting to get lost in Boston(much like Portland, it is completely impossible to get lost in this city). He was big and wearing a cap and stumbling around and I made eye contact with him. He was mumbling something to himself and I stepped around him. Suddenly I heard him mumbling about how dare I call him an asshole, he'll fuck me up for saying stuff like that. I got kinda freaked out. But I kept walking and didn't turn around and when he was about five feet away from me my heart was pounding so hard I thought it'd explode. But he lost interest and started shuffling the other way again. Fuck, I can't remember the last time I was so scared.
This morning, I think more due to nerves than anything, I gagged while brushing my teeth and threw up my breakfast(frosted flakes and grapefruit juice) in the sink. This breaks my streak of non-drunk puking which had lasted, well, about eight years or so. Too bad.
Though I guess a streak like that doesn't really count, since it's been less than a year since I threw up while drunk. God bless ya, Bacardi 151.
Leaving tomorrow. I think I still might move to this city next year. I like it. All that shit about being this city being way faster paced is B.S. Complete and total. 90% of these F-N Bostonians still walk too slow for me. It's only during rush hours that anybody moves quick enough.
Things lately:
Yesterday I saw Finding Neverland. I now understand why it got the Oscar noms. It's an Oscar type movie. Well-made schmaltz that goes down pretty easy, if you like that kind of thing. And yesterday, well, I did. The ending is a bit much, but all the stuff with the play is entertaining enough and I didn't hate myself for spending seven bucks on it. At this point that's all I can ask of a movie. If I manage to see Ray before the 27th I'll have seen all five Best Picture nominees for the first time... ever? I think so.
Some drunk guy almost kicked my ass while I was walking around last night. I was unsuccessfully attempting to get lost in Boston(much like Portland, it is completely impossible to get lost in this city). He was big and wearing a cap and stumbling around and I made eye contact with him. He was mumbling something to himself and I stepped around him. Suddenly I heard him mumbling about how dare I call him an asshole, he'll fuck me up for saying stuff like that. I got kinda freaked out. But I kept walking and didn't turn around and when he was about five feet away from me my heart was pounding so hard I thought it'd explode. But he lost interest and started shuffling the other way again. Fuck, I can't remember the last time I was so scared.
This morning, I think more due to nerves than anything, I gagged while brushing my teeth and threw up my breakfast(frosted flakes and grapefruit juice) in the sink. This breaks my streak of non-drunk puking which had lasted, well, about eight years or so. Too bad.
Though I guess a streak like that doesn't really count, since it's been less than a year since I threw up while drunk. God bless ya, Bacardi 151.
Leaving tomorrow. I think I still might move to this city next year. I like it. All that shit about being this city being way faster paced is B.S. Complete and total. 90% of these F-N Bostonians still walk too slow for me. It's only during rush hours that anybody moves quick enough.