Walk In

My car got towed, I decided to start a blog.

I was in Allston at a party. I went to CVS for like 5 minutes. I walk back . There is no finely crafted in the mountains of Sweden out of beautiful steel from superior designs white 1994 Volvo Station wagon , fondly given the moniker "White Heat". Fuck. I look around and find the sign that the tow company sneakily hid where unsuspecting kids from needham can't see it. I call the number where a man of some accent tells me that they are in Brighton on "Goodenough" street. I thought that was ironic but i couldn't figure out how. They told me it would cost 113 dollars in cash which is wicked Sketchy. My father figure drove me there. It was in the Fucking sketchiest place ever.

Some times the world is out to get Joe Difazio.

Other times not. I helped a friend move. Apparently i lost the karma. Also bobby got me a free sandwich. I ate at the Otherside. They list the alcohol content of thier beer. I dunno if the hipster likes that or they are helping to guide you in to the land of wicked fucked up. Well its the Summer.