The state of Massachusetts took the world greatest Driver’s License from me. The folks at the RMV are callow and weak minded monsters and I will never forgive them. Let us all bask in the perfection of my Arizona ID one last time. Grieve with me, come play my game and I’ll test you. Wonderlings unite! Continue reading
moving to Boston
Moving to Boston has been like moving to an exotic country, one complete with its own laws and culture. It’s a place where crosswalk signs are merely decoration. Where sports are a religion. Where finding an empty parking space is akin to winning the lottery. Where watching the Boston Marathon is a reason to start drinking at 8 a.m. Where the T being on time is a reason to drink. Where, hell, Tuesday is a reason to drink.