Back home in Manchester aka the Queen City (like royal queen not fag queen). I felt a day by day blog on this little break from the bright light of East Cambridge would be appropriate. So, here goes:
Got home. Cats stared at me. Crappy one walked away, cool one chilled. Cool Cat and I made a sandwich. I discovered a note from my mom telling me about soup in the refrigerator. Cool Cat and I had some soup. Found another note from my mom about visiting her and my other high school teachers today at Memorial. Cool Cat and I decided to fall asleep on the couch watching English League Soccer (Liverpool v Fulham) instead.
Woke up and decided to go to Double Midnight. I got into the car started to drive away and discovered two things:
1) The windshield was covered in snow, a substance I had forgotten about.
2) One of the tires sounded flat.
I pulled over next to a new no parking sign in my neighborhood (seriously, a no parking sign, its a fucking neighborhood), and wiped off the snow and checked the tires. All was good.
Picked up some Invincible and Walking Dead. Said hey to the nerds. Went back home to miss the ending of the Soccer match... blast. My mom got home from work around this time. We went to the mall and I got new shoes. The mall really gets my goat sometimes. Some really dumb people there. Then there's the jail bait floozies who strut around, make me feel like Chris Hansen is waiting around the corner ready to pop out with my chatlogs (why don't you have a seat). I see high school kids that I can't recognize and I realize I've been phased out of the ecosphere of Manchester. This kind of makes me happy. Also makes me realize how stupid Manchester looks on the grand scale of things. But that's what I like about this place.
My friends who were 21 went to the bahs tonight. Lame.
Thanksgiving tomorrow. Tasty shit.
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