Ya know when you leave a place after living there for a long time and you think to yourself, "Good riddance! I couldn't be happier to get away from this hell hole!" but then you go back several months later and realize that you sort of missed it? Well, this DID NOT happen to me on my most recent trip to Boston.
I got into Boston late after having done a show and after struggling to maze my way through the financial district (basically someone threw up on a map and called it a neighborhood) and after struggling to find a parking spot near my apartment where I felt safe that my car wouldn't get stolen, I realized that I was hungry. By this time, it was about 1am so I decided that I would go to my go-to, late-night pizza place that I love so much. "New York Pizza," the only place in Boston that is open till 3am. What a great way to come back home, right? Well, I got there and they changed their hours and were closed! "What the hell?" thought I, but I wasn't too concerned because I knew I could go to my neighborhood bar where they serve the most AMAZING mac and cheese. But when I got there, they has JUST closed the kitchen. At my wits end, I begged the bartender for anything to eat. She brought me a bowl of chips.
So there I was sitting there sadly with my bowl of chips and a glass of water trying to convince myself that I shouldn't be eating late anyway when this crackhead woman comes up to me and abrasively says to me, "Hey! Can I have a chip?" I looked at her flatly and said, "No, absolutely not." And for a moment she looked like she was going to punch me in the face. But then, she got distracted by something and walked away.
So I realized several things in this short amount of time 1) I still HATE Boston and don't want to go back 2) I need to stop eating late because it is becoming a habit 3) I need to stop being afraid of drunk people and homeless people that I can clearly beat up
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