Generally Discontent

Back home, it's Friday, uh, Saturday, 2am. Been up for...20 hours now? On four hours of sleep. Holy shit I'm tired. But I'm awake at the moment, having a smoke and watching the remake of Psycho, which is pretty darned shitty and useless so far. Though I gotta say, Anne Heche sure is purdy. Too bad she's a lesbian. More to the point, it's too bad she hasn't done any lesbian porn. Not that I'm really all that much into lesbian porn; most of it is lame, especially the stuff with the mostly-plastic "perfect" blonde bimbo pro porn starlets. Yawn. I wrote "blimbo" instead of "bimbo", and that's pretty funny.

Anyway, I'm home. After a tired journey into the world of crappy ATMs this morning and then paying for my bus ticket with some of my debit card and seven dollars in quarters, and after the bus ride which involved a gang of Amish types and their cute little baby, and after a brief cab ride from Boston's South Station to me mum's house by a cab driver who listened to a strange mix of salsa mixed with what I think was Bayou French very loudly, I made it home. First thing I checked was if there was a wireless connection anywhere in the area, and there isn't. But that's okay. Watched Malcolm X and learned the plight of my black brothers, then headed into town to meet up with Carly.

Standing in the city again after many days in the woods was strange. That, coupled with the knowledge that I'm only here for a few days, brought on a special kind of disconnectedness, a feeling that I don't belong here, that maybe I don't really belong anywhere, though I know that's not true. Being tired as fuck probably didn’t help, but a double espresso shot from the book store Starbucks perked me up a little. Then I spent twenty minutes searching for sci-fi books published by Random House, but that's another story. Then Carly showed up, and that made me happy, happier than I can say, really. Maybe that sounds weird, but we're weird friends.

Anyway, we walked through the cool and humid and crappy air, past Fenway Park where the Sox were in the process of blowing their chance of making it to the World Series again, and down to the Fenway AMC where we saw Wallace & Gromit: Curse of the Wererabbit, which was really fucking hilarious and probably the best movie I've seen all year. Goddamn it was just so funny and so awesome, and made me even happier. Dinner afterwards and conversation about what's going on, about her dissatisfaction with the current state of her life, talked about hockey and health problems and damn, it was good to sit and chat with her again.

"We all go a little mad sometimes..." Vince Vaughn says, and I guess he's not so bad in the role. Meh.

Then another beer and I hop back on the train and listen to some moron complaining to his friend about how Boston's train system doesn't allow for easy travel between its various lines, and how it's SO EASY to just build a tunnel beyond Lechemere station to Somerville, and WHY CAN'T THEY JUST BUILD A TUNNEL I JUST DON'T GET IT!, and they built a twenty mile tunnel through the English Channel in far less time than the Big Dig has been going on and so HOW HARD CAN IT BE!? Because, Mr. Nitwit, there wasn't a goddamn four hundred year old city in the middle of the English Channel to dig through, so it was as easy as "dig two holes and make them meet up in the middle somewhere" and not "dig two holes around a shitload of pipes and smaller tunnels and building foundations and make them meet up in the middle somewhere". Also, it's fairly easy to move between train lines without having to go all the way to Park Street if you just learn how to use the buses and stop whining, you shitsucking fuckhead. SHUT UP I'M TRYING TO STAY AWAKE ON THE TRAIN!

And there we go. Caught a cab from Orient Heights and - oh, Anne's about to get stabbed in the shower, except I don't think they'll be using Hershey's syrup for blood because this is in color - nope, that blood's red - ooh, I think I saw her boobs! - and uhh...oh yeah. Now I'm home. Tomorrow I think I'm helping Carly - oh damn, Anne Heche's ass! NICE! - move a couple of things out of her apartment, then I think we might see The Exorcism of Emily Rose, then I dunno. Beer or something. I also have to call my friend's wife and see how he is - she left a voicemail saying they'd done a second biopsy and finally got what they needed in order to figure out what's wrong with him. Fuck. Just...fuck. Can't think about that now, too tired. G'night!