well i moved to cape cod, so that's news. sweet house? check. beach just down the block? check. working from sweet home office with brand new macbook? check. friends? DOH!!!
yeah, oops, i forgot how to make new friends. i haven't had to do it since i think 6th grade, and i've just been cruising along ever since - sort of a snowball rolling down a hill just accumulating friends and acquaintances along the way. latching onto friends of friends and then claiming them as my own... it's been way too easy. so now i'm plucked from the bowels of boston (a timely metaphor, as i happen to be in boston today and it does indeed smell like hot shit) and plopped unceremoniously into this quaint little beach town.
within a couple days of my moving there, though, falmouth surprised me with titillating news stories about drug rings and shootings and buildings on fire. why, just this past weekend an 18-year-old drove his truck into the atlantic ocean. that story ended tragically for the driver, yes, but i can't fault the town for its ability to surprise a newly transplanted western-masser-turned-bostoner-turned-year-round-cape-codder like myself with its abundance of breaking wacky news.
here's an oldie but a goodie - "no no no" by destiny's child (a 98 classsssssssic):
peace oot
(that's canadian for "bye")
