Sometimes i get homesick- like when I see Boston on TV or when I asked Jazmine this morning for a strahrw. I can instantly hear Downtown Boston, the load hard accents, the snowplows scraping the streets, the 'T' screeching on the tracks, the way the coins hit the bus fair box, the sirens that go off when theres a snowday, the smell of clam chowda, the taste of whole clams(not to be confused with clam strips), the feel of snow creeping into my rubber boots...
my childhood, frozen in time
I want ot go back so bad...
2 comments:
o i almost forgot you were from up dere. maybe you could visit judy as an excuse.
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