This week on the road we were spared from any blizzard conditions, but that doesn’t mean that I was completely out of the clear. That fucking van has been getting stuck on every goddamn side street THAT THE CITY NEGLECTED TO PLOW and my tires and suspension are being ruptured from the rubble that the city still refers to as a street. These potholes are fucking torturous and unbelievably deep. Hell, I looked down one the other morning and could of sworn I saw the Jin Mao Tower it was so deep. Be careful of these trenches and be sure to sue the city blind if any accident occurs from them.
All the implications from the weather has made working on the road an utter disaster and a very unsafe place to be. The roads have shrunk and are carnivorous and we could see more snow and I have to kick my job into full gear distributing three publications to three different demographics through out all of Boston’s neighborhoods and surrounding towns. As far as I see it, I’ll be shoveling snow and spinning my tires for another month or so.
Another problem rearing its ugly head again is the street rivalry amongst publications contending for space and location. You wouldn’t believe what goes on. I had to be assured this week from Publisher/Owner Jeff Lawrence, that I wasn’t paranoid. I ‘ll be well-acquainting you with that story in the next couple of weeks so keep keep your eyes open for that.
I share many pains with fellow men of the road; For instance, UPS drivers.
One driver came up to me at a red-light for a Dig saying he loves the paper and I directed him to this here Log (which can be found online only) and told him to share the link with his cronies . Throughout the day, I reached out to other UPS drivers directing them to digboston.com with hope to build an audience and friendly alliance amongst fellow road warriors. And, for those who don’t want to play nice, I can hear the trumpets already.
Another Valentine’s Day is upon us. It comes on in the dead of Winter. The doldrums can weigh heavy as many lovers pull themselves out of their slumber to celebrate their love or whatever is left of their love. Football season is over and the new year is in full effect. I’ve never liked the day simply because it puts an emphasis on something that should be carried out every day, to love the one your with and celebrate it.
Some will tell you they hate Valentine’s Day but when the day comes, it’s a frantic rush of romantic fools tripping over the whole concept. For some blokes, it’s the one chance out of the year to get some from their wives, and not the town hump. Let’s move from this topic. I am starting to sound like fucking Carrie Bradshaw over here. But I am single, and if you’re interested, you know where to find me, ladies.
“Yes, it is an obligatory shelling out of cash for men who just aren’t that into their date. Guys who feel pressured to express their feelings tend to equate it to what women feel when they are pressured sexually. What really creeps me out is when chicks hate Valentines Day. Just about every woman I’ve ever come across who feel this way have a lot in common: They tend to have on-again-off-again dead-end relationships. They tend to be possessive and idealistic. They tend to not want to know the truth, want to take the man away from his world and put him in hers, and possibly have pictures taken at Sears Portrait Studios with him to show everyone that they are TOGETHER by God, and when he doesn’t provide for her what he never said he would, they bash him and men in general. But of course they like Valentines Day JUST FINE when they have someone to share it with. They only hate it….when they’re single.”
-Sister Melanie Peterson
But If you do got a man that works hard on the road, whoever the hell you are, give him the gift of The Captain this Valentine’s Day or any day The Captain’s Log at www.digboston.com , again that address is www.digboston.com and FYI, if your not sharing this link your basically reading for free and that makes you a stickler so share it please. Well that’s all I got this week. Not enough cursing and foul play for you? Well, time is running thin and I would like to have some down time before I do it all over again. Now, if you’ll excuse me , “I’m going to go get the papers …get the papers.”