Today was gray and cold, but otherwise normal. It wasn’t even that cloudy–i had a great view of the full moon on the train. I go into harvest to get some groceries, and when i come out it’s snowing like a blizzard. You could barely see 100 feet, and people in shop windows were staring outside in disbelief. 20 minutes later it’s stopped, but not before dropping nearly half an inch in that time.
So there’s no more expressway in downtown boston. The big dig is finally on the downhill slope.
The train that i’m on is the last one of the night. Understandably it’s not taking off right away. It’s the last one of the night and it needs to wait for connecting trains on other lines. But some individuals are getting impatient and deciding to get out and hail a cab. It’s not like the train isn’t going to leave!
Night…of the drunk fucking 25 year olds!