As a Western Masser, I often found myself fantasizing about city life -or at least a place where there was no chance of getting stuck behind a tractor on a main road. Since graduation, I have been living in Boston and while I’ve yet to encounter a single tractor I have indeed found myself in the presence of slow moving crack heads and temper-mental cab drivers. I spend my days on Craigslist in search for a job and my nights catching up with Bill Compton and Ari Gold on HBO. Granted, it’s only been a month and a half since graduation, I pictured something a bit more glam. Good news though! My bad luck has reached an all-time low as of Sat night when my precious Audi was stolen from the auto repair shop it had been peacefully slumbering at.
I was at a graduation party blissfully unaware of what was happening to my poor car. Medford State Police found it with the front end smashed in and the thief/thieves nowhere in sight. Of course, this had to happen at 1 AM after we had obliterated the keg. Needless to say, it took me a while to comprehend what was happening and to pull off a sober performance over the phone with the state police.
Well, it’s two days later and I still haven’t said my goodbyes to my faithful friend. She’s locked away, waiting to be finger printed; cold, scared, alone …violated.
I’d have to say, things can’t get much worse from here but I wouldn’t want to jinx myself. I’m just looking for some good vibrations. Thanks for kicking me where it hurts universe, you son-of-a-bitch.