Street Tar and Summer- Assorted Misadventures

Summer is pretty much over. Is it gay to recap Summer? A little. But Fuck it. I would sum up Summer for me as Why? ,Manchester Orchestra, Basketball, 7-11, sailing, and whale wars.

I was in the recording Studio for like 7 hours today. That does a number on you. Its a super stress and its tedious but the final product is so worth it.

Speaking of stressful i found another frogger-Russian Roulette combo game. Circling around Logan Airport. Its like a high speed Dodgeball game with cars. There are the ruthless taxis who have death wishes and you have to dodge them to avoid getting sideswiped like the donut level of Mariokart racing in battle mode. Why the fuck do Taxi drivers drive so fucking crazy. I highly doubt narrowly missing accidents ups the tips or cathes them more fares. How can you even see people hailing a cab when you are cutting off buses and shit?

So I almost backed up into an organ trasporter the other night in Cambridge. It must be a strange thing to drive around with hearts and kidneys in coolers in white raper vans without Cops chasing you for all kinds of Fucked up murders. You have the organ which kept its former owner going in a cooler that the rest of America uses for beer.

If you have the means i highly recomend viewing Inglorious basterds. It is an excelent film.

I feel like a lot of the best movies ever created take place or are filmed in either Boston or Chicago. I mean excluding Quentin Tarantino you have Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Wayne's World, Batman, The Departed, and The Boondock Saints.