New York city , the seat of Western power and the Western World, is all too good at breaking the souls of poor ,young, impressionable Bostonians. All New York is good for is shitty shitty shitty selfish ex-girlfriends, Bad bus times, and fighting with people on the phone, and fucking CRAZY homeless people. It's the friends, the thrift stores and the cool older sisters of friends that keep you coming back though. The Fung-wah bus that on the ticket says it leaves New York at 11:00pm for Boston exists only on weekends apparently. I got to the bus stop an hour early for my 11:00 pm train. Actually to be exact 53 minutes early, math done correctly, that is 10:07, which is exactly 7 minutes after the last bus left. The next bus was at 6:30 am. Thank god for Nick P who looked up directions for me to the Port Authority. That location was 3 miles away from where I was. So I walked there having no money for a cab. Upon my arrival I was 2 dollars short for the 330am bus to Boston. I had to find change in my bag/pocket/floor. The fire alarm went off, I sorta had my heart broken, I was the subject of an uncomfortable joke, I almost got into a fight with a bum who I gave a ciggarette to, and the fucking bus wasn't even a direct trip home.
I LOVE BOSTON
AND
THE RYAN DELLACOCKNUTS
AND
RYAN CLARK
NOT
NEW YORK
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