my last week in cambridge

In a nutshell for anyone at all bored enough to be interested, lots of slow packing, eating, being an accomplice to hookey playing, I shot a bow and arrow and collected candy and money $2 at a time for prime shots, lots of frantic last minute packing, saw a murderer, didn't shoot arrows at him, capped it off with Tacos Lupita goodness, then changed the radio station constantly for 4 hours till I got to NJ...whoopdeedoodee

pack this

I hate boxes. They look at me with evil grins. I stuff them. No more boxes, everything else is going into garbage bags........the final Cambridge karaoke fest is tonight....i need to shower because I stink....right now all of Harvard Sq smells like a homeless guy after a burrito dinner.....ma- newer

How to Talk to Women

I don't know if this is real or not but its funny....and yes its true, I'm one of the few men in this city who doesn't have something wrong with them..

boxes to the left of me

boxes to the right...here i am, stuck in the middle of boxes....my box scavenging paid off last night when I hit the jackpot outside of a hair salon...i will never pay for boxes....boxes are like tap water...boxes are like sunshine

BOXES

a few more days of packing and i'll be out of cambridge....tonight is the last stand at BLUE RIBBON, the greatest bbq place....git some!

Spillage

On my bike ride to work this morning the Harvard Science building was taped off....cops, fire trucks, and ambulances everywhere...there was a chemical leak so they say. Don't drink the water this week. Then this pauncy guy with a beard in a BMW convertible with the top down passed me while playing some bad pop music....I reached in the car and yelled, "get ass cancer you molester!" OK no I didn't. But the drop top reminded me that this is the weekend. This is the weekend where the weather breaks for real and all the clothes come off. Enjoy.