bailey

Good God! i just deleted another entry that seemed funny at the time, but really just isnt at all.

i guess all i have to say today is that i wish i was twelve again. my pop used to go to NH and smuggle fireworks back into Mass. (they are illegal here)

i would wait impatiently until it was dark and then we would go out to the backyard and blow shit up.

then there was the year i noticed i had the chicken pox while watching the parade. my town was soooo new england. parade. booths on the common. old people playing tubas in their underpants.

did i ever mention i was a majorette??