Wicked Pissa

Aaawww yay boy! Back in beantown....damn straight. Forgot how it is to be here. I find myself tooling around in my brother's new car flipping trough is cd's and laughing out loud to the Hansome Boy Modeling School one esp. the stuff from that Chris Elliot show - the father carducci stuff. You remember him from Saturday night live? Anyway - it is a riot. So as I laugh away at the thought of custom made glass rims...I find myself navigating the crazy land from which I came....potholes and all.

The rain has been falling for hours and there is snow piled up on the sides of the roads to my waist....and the rain is just turning to sleet. Sweet...so I am calming driving on and remeber all these haunts of my past and wondering if indeed i will remember which roads i took to drop my little brother off at the dentist.

But then my little brother did scare the shit out of me last night so perhaps i can make him wait. kidding. but he did tun and charge at me all crazy like after we watched a movie (Butterfly Effect) until 2 am which made me scream (response that he wanted) and nearly topple backwards down the stairs (which I imagine wuld have only brought him moe joy). This fun continued unstairs where i was privy to seeing the little pranster in his xmas tree boxers long enough for him to fart on me and speak of dutch ovens. Have I ever told how fun it is to have two brothers?

So, back to the car....driving, chilling, thinking of getting some dunkin'donuts coffe and maybe stopping at Newbury Comics. I am so happy to see at the Red Sox and Patriots signs and know that no one is secretly annoyed that I am a fan. We Red Sox fans know what it means to suffer and we deserve this time of celebration....I mean the new season hasn't even started. It is merely Sping Training and people are already acting like we are the damn Yankees. I am am going to enjoy my day in the sun and hope the sun shines on me everyday...but it is hailing right now.

People are literally driving up my ass. I think that people do not realize that it is okay to drve not touching the bumper in front of you. And there is a lot of yelling and people flipping each other off but it is mainly sport here. I can remember flipping a many masshole driver's the bird on my morning commute when I lived here. But i have become a calmer person....I have San Francisco in my hear. I just wish these people would stop driving with their damn ass...."You should face the road mother fucker so that you can se where you are going!"

Ok - so it is still in there somewhere. What is it that they say? You can take the girl out of the city but you can't take the city out of the girl? It is sport and it sounds ridiculously mean and absurd to an outsider but here it is actually a sign that you know your head from your ass and are a 'good' driver if you can manuever past the pothole whilst screaming hostile explitives at the cars on all sides of you who are obviously driving incorrectly. It helps that everyone firmly believes that going 85 in a 25 mph zone is necessary because this is a race people and we are not fucking around. It also helps that no one should ever turn from a side strret onto the main road unless this someone is you - - or else you have not only the right but responsiblity to explain to them while driving up the ass of their car into their backseat "how they could have killed someone"....

Ahh Boston....love it...Gotta go to the Packy or get some chowder....