Fuck you, Massachusetts

Maybe the worst day of the summer. Maybe the trigger for me forever hating Boston, and Massachusetts. Entitled people and one-way streets – currently on my jetblacklist.  Rotaries are almost on there.

I can’t describe. I believe I experienced the blinding essence of the word “harrowing” today, and a nervous breakdown would be nice. Just to get it out of my system.

In sum:

the “vacation”: shambles.
my mother: miserable and pouting.
driving in boston: harrowing.
“massholes”: factual.
all my sensibilities: offended.
my sanity: gossamer.
desire to be home: prodigious.