America’s New Scapegoat
One of the many ways I celebrated leaving Boston was with a small cookout at the crib. The chicken and shrimp was hooked up by yourself truly and my wingwoman made her signature mac and cheese. Yes, it tasted as good as it sounds. Unfortunately I had to wait about 20 minutes to finally eat [...]
Yeah… I Don’t Like That
Two weeks ago, Slim, a close female friend and I were driving back to Boston after an eventful weekend in the greatest city in the world. To keep me from swerving into the median from lack of sleep, we chatted it up. Eventually a conversation about the horrible New York City traffic evolved into a [...]


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