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[towel]

Because I was now at home on a Monday night, I found that there was nothing at the moment that I must do. I poured my beer into a tall ceramic cup, one that I made eight years ago. I picked up my book, my cigarettes and a pack of matches with only three left and walked downstairs. I sat down on the bench near my door, put the cup down on the

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you can read out there?

[pookiedrawers]

in the nighttime, no less? It seems kind of chaotic at that corner but maybe that's just at rush hour. You missed the big feast and goings on re: Stes. Cosmas and Damian. There was a ton of fireworks, money and confetti. My landlords pinned money on the statues, they had the driveway gate open and then the people lifted the statues up and down a few times (after getting the money, of course), blessing our house (their house I mean, in which I rent a most likely overpriced apt). Hopefully that means I'll stay healthy (D&C are the patron saints of doctors and apothecaries).

I've also noticed the sun going down over Cambridge St., it's right in your eyes as you walk up the street.

Re: you can read out there?

[towel]

I'm sorry I missed that, I need to hang with my neighborhood folks more. I met a lady downstairs working on the new restaurant below me. She laughed and said in a throaty latin accent "jure gonna love de food". Maybe I'll take up keno.

Re: you can read out there?

[pookiedrawers]

The people in our nabe are nice and friendly enough but I'm always aware of being an outsider (except when browsing through Video Oasis, now those people are on my wavelength!). I felt odd wearing my Brian Jonestown Massacre t-shirt that day, they'd probably think that was weird. Walking down Warren St, seeing the terrible musicians, eating the fried calamari ($2 cheaper than at the North End fair!) I had this warm and fuzzy, community type feeling that I doubt you'd get anywhere else in Cambridge. Then I remembered that the fair is all about donating money to the Catholic church.