Adventures in Boston
Well there’s not much to really report. Compared to Ireland when my first communique to home was “I’m drunk, I lost a bar fight, and I got a girl preggers and I’ve only been here for 2 hours”
Oh Angela, I miss you lass. When I came back to Dublin you were gone, I want to do the right thing girl! We can raise the baby in a quiet neighborhood in Brooklyn, I’ll be a good da’ My mutter cries every night thinking about it. Everytime when I hear the rain tapping against the window, and I see the grey buildings streaked outside, I remember the tears wellin’ up in your grey eyes.
Ah, yeah. Wedlock babies. Fucking awesome!
This time in Boston my first anything to the outside was world was…… “It’s nice.”
That’s it really it’s nice. It has a quieter vibe compared to home. I don’t see nearly as many people on the streets. It’s easy to walk from one end to the other, The buildings are old and beautiful, it’s clean.
But that’s it really, it’s nice. If my boss told me to move here for work or something, I wouldn’t be that mad. But I wouldn’t be that excited either. I guess I would be happy if I was coming from a small podunk town upstate or something.
But there are somethings here that are really cool, Mother Goose was iced here, the cute girl ratio is fucking amazing, Kerouac is buried not too far off (and that’s where I’m going tomorrow), Cheers (the TV show) caused a riot here at one point, this is the birthplace of the Dropkick Murphys, Pixies, and oh yeah the whole American Revolution thing.
It’s still not enough to move it from the “it’s nice” to “I never fucking want to leave!”
