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[02 Jul 2009|03:42pm]

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[02 Jul 2009|03:41pm]

I guess now is the time to let go of those I love so dearly. No matter how much effort I've put into the last 4.5 years of my life, I need to finally let go. It's going to be the. Most painful thing I've ever faced, and frankly it tears me up from the inside out.

I've been through it all. From homelessness to drug adiction, to homelessness, to a beautiful relationship filled with the most amazing love, and now back to homelessness.
It's difficult and kills ne to think about but I'm 100% sure that eventually Tricia and I will stop talking and forget we ever existed.
Her love never being strong enough to hold on and work things through, to her love not being strong enough for me at all. We had to let go, and no matter how much I love her and always will, I know that soon enough we will go our separate ways. I dread such a thought, but knowing tricias distance emotionally from me over the last two years, I know we as people will someday be a thing of the past. And I can assure you Tricia, it's something I'll never get a grasp on.

My heart will be here for you, even though you'll soon disappear.
I love you with all my heart and I miss you so painfully.

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No ones leaving until we have 1 fists broken

With a picture of tits [02 Jul 2009|03:18am]

7/01/09
I have to start taking more pictures when I go out. Tonight I went to penuchi's bar here in Concord NH with Kristi, Sara (aka-Tits), Christine and Ariana. After about an hour some insanely creepy guy sits down and smothers kristi in the worst way. Telling her he likes her, and simply being a jackass for the next few hours. Following her around, groping her shoulders and just simply being sketchy all together. Every time krist would walk to the bar for another drink, this guys drinking "bro" would walk over and high five him. All night I was ready to lick my knuckles. Eventually kristi told him she wasn't interested. Either way it was so uncomfortable.
Oh fir those who don't know, Tricia and I called it quits after 4 1/2 years and are trying to remain friends. Also, I'm posting from my iPhone so posts could be full of spelling errors and a bit more vague. I took one photo of tits from tonight. I'm posting it through thus iPhone app. Hopefully it shows.

Tits is an old friend from years ago when I lived up here in concord nh. I took this photo to add to my iPhone contacts. She's got a five year old son now and I believe she's married now.

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It's been a while... [02 Aug 2008|10:10am]
[ mood | amused ]

Well, it looks like I'm going to make an appearance here on livejournal after quite some time. I'm going to try to wow you with flooding of your drawers with my answers.
I'm not entirely sure if this will bring out my inner gayness (gays get chicks) or, I'll be able to excite you simply due to my interests in the tight jeans era or greasy hair alike.

Here goes:

1. What was a song you loved as a small child?

Certainly this song is a given. Over my young days and nearing my teenage years I'd always hear and loudly hum along with this song in the waiting room of the dentist's office. Later in my early-mid 20s I'd hear this song every hour on the hour on the looping O'Connor True Value Hardware radio while employed from 9-5.
As a guilty pleasure indeed, I'd be asked several times a day to "tone it down a bit." My outrageous singing out loud while loading and unloading freight with my forklift.
This could've been chosen as my favorite ballad, but looking back, this song meant so many different things for me as a child:
Toto - Africa

2. Pop song from your younger years which you know ALL the lyrics too, and cannot help but sing, embarrassed or not?

My favorite pop song is actually a toss up between two songs by the King Of Pop. Whether it was my inner rebel in the 80s or my breakthrough of finally learning someday this genius would become some sort of demon. Maybe eventually his reign would someday fall on deaf Ears. (I'll bold my choice, but it's still a close toss up between the two:
Michael Jackson - Dirty Diana & Smooth Criminal

3. Favorite "oldie", i.e. a song from before the 80s?

I firmly believe many of you will be along with me in my choice. Maybe not, but none the less, many of those reading this will quickly remember this song and decide to search it out. Making it a welcome addition to anyone's I-Pod and music collection alike.
Let me suggest seeing the film Dear Wendy. This song, and 12 others by this forgotten artist appear as the sole soundtrack of the film. Genius!
The Zombies - Time of the season

4. And most importantly, your FAVORITE BALLAD.

Ballads are a tough one for me. I've always found it difficult to label a song as a ballad. I've always allowed those WB56 commercial to introduce a song as a ballad while attempting (or tempting me) to get my hands on a credit card to order myself the complete set:
White Lion - When the Children Cry

...and there you have it.

No ones leaving until we have 1 fists broken

[18 Jun 2008|08:12am]
What's this shit with Myspace replacing every option with Drop Boxes?

See, I told you Myspace was a piece of shit!
No ones leaving until we have 2 fists broken

[14 Jun 2008|11:22am]
[ mood | content ]

Yesterday was a busy day for me. At 10:30am I left the house to pick up my resume at work, on the way to a job interview. (Another with Verizon Wireless) As planned, I'd leave my house, pick up the resume since it's on the way, and then head to the interview. All in an hour and a half. However, it didn't work out that way at all.
I arrive at Quincy Center Subway stop and bus connection to hop the 238 bus to South Shore plaza. As I got there, I had just missed the bus I needed. To my surprize, I quickly learned the next bus was 56 minutes from then. The bus schedule at Quincy Center stated 20 minute bus ride. I wait for the bus in the heat for 55 minutes. Finally, I get on the bus and ride for 40 minutes instead of the MBTA predicted 20 minutes. Making me 15 minutes late for my interview.
MBTA Trip Planner stated an hour and a half trip from point A to point B. No, I left home at 10:30 and arrived at South Shore Plaza (Verizon Wireless) at 1:18pm. Three hour commute!?!?!?
Luckily my interviewer was 100% understanding, stating himself he forgot to tell me the fastest commute there.
Needless to say, the interview went extremely well. They're planning on another interview to be set up in a few days. With that said, the Trip back to Boston took a mere 55 minutes. Two hours faster than it was getting there.
By this point I was pleased, stressed and angry at the same time. Mix emotions that don't make a bit of sense to me.
After a quick stop to downtown Boston I headed on out to Medford for Tricia's Auntie Tish's house. After spending some time there, it was off to the VFW Hall in Medford to sign for the contract of the Hall and also pay the deposit.
The hall is a pretty good size. Not too large and not too small. Just large enough to comfortably fit 100 people or so comfortably with a dance floor. I liked the hall overall. Very simple. Not too flasy... Actually, not really flashy at all. Just a simple comfortable place for us to get married in and spend some time with 100 of our friends and family.
The one thing that bothered me was, everything was within budget, then they mention we have to pay 300 for a police detail. Ehh, it's not a high school dance. But, I'll suck it up.
I don't know if anyone could help us get some sort of decoration for behind/around us for the ceremony. We'll be doing our vows basically in front of a flat white wall. Boring... So, we need some sort of decorations to fill the standing area. Whether it be flowers, or whatever. Just something. I don't want flat wedding photos.

Well, either way, yesterday was a busy busy day. Sure, stressful, but I'm happy knowing that everything is quickly falling into place. Sorry if my posts are boring you. Constantly writing about the wedding, but you'll have to deal with it for the next 5 months or so.

Soon soon. Time can sure fly.

No ones leaving until we have 9 fists broken

Need a little help from my friends... [12 Jun 2008|03:48pm]
[ mood | happy ]

So, our music for the wedding ceremony is finally complete.

Our ceremony is themed by The Everglow by MAE. One of our favorite albums of all time as a couple. Not my favorite of all time as an individual, but you know what I mean.

Ceremony
Wedding song (First Dance): "We're so far Away" - MAE
Tricia's Entrance Song: "The Sun and the Moon" - MAE
Exit Song (Once Married): "The Everglow" - MAE
Final Dance (Last dance of the night) "New Year's Project" - FURTHER SEEMS FOREVER

Scattered dances throughout the night
Groom / Mother (possibly my Nana): "Upward over the Mountain" - IRON & WINE
Bride / Father: "Butterfly Kisses" - BOB CARLISLE
Best Man; Matt Hall / Best Man's Wife; Lauren Oliver-Hall (Dedication): "I Will Follow You Into The Dark" - DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE

That is the actual ceremony music list. As you can see, there are the dances scattered throughout the night. In between each dance (First Dance, Groom/Mother, Bride/Father, Best Man/Wife Dedication) We'll be having music playing throughout the wedding party. Of course we have thousands of songs we could thrown into the party mix, but we ask for you to comment to this entry with random song ideas you'd feel belong into the mix. Songs everyone for all ages would enjoy, dance to, and relate to. We have more than enough slow dance songs, so we're looking more towards party songs. Fun songs. Songs mandatory for a wedding party. Give me some ideas and I'll purchase them when I get home. I'm thinking a total of about 2 hours worth of fun party songs. 20-30 songs on average.
The other hour will be songs we've pre-selected.

Help us out. And feel free to give opinions on our wedding songs. Enjoy.

I'm also considering making a CD for all people attending containing all 7 songs. Let me know if you're interested in a copy.

No ones leaving until we have 5 fists broken

[01 Jun 2008|03:53pm]
[ mood | content ]

This post will more than likely be commented with heavy opinions.

After Tricia and I talking about it, we've pretty much come to a conclusion on how the wedding is going to happen in November. As some of you may know, her family drama has ultimately caused a huge strain on our wedding plans. In turn it's made our wedding become less and less and less on a daily basis. So, I'll explain how it's going to work.

In November (no exact date) Tricia and I, as well as Matt and I believe Tricia's little sister Meaghann will head over to the state buildings in Downtown Boston for a quick and simple Justice of the peace ceremony. Only the four of us will be present for the actual wedding. Just after we've been sealed for good, we'll be celebrating by means of a dinner get together in Billerica to accomidate for my Nana's attendance. (Restaraunt has yet to be announced.)
All of Tricia's family will be attending as well as my family and a few mutual friends, provided the Macinnes' can keep their drama to themselves.

Sure, our wedding plans have been cut down to nearly nothing at all, but in a way, we have no choice on God's Green Earth to have a traditional wedding. Whether it be Tricia's family bullshit drama or money restrictions. Sure, we're a little upset about how this is all working out, but we're just happy that it's about us. Sure, it's a little troubling that those whom we're been dying to be involved can no longer be involved, but we're going in head first making sure everyone has a good time.

We also plan to have a second (larger more traditional) wedding in a couple years afterwards. The wedding is still happening, and though we need to make huge sacrifices to simply spare others form being either left out or severly emotionally hurt, it's also the only way for us to be married and not have puppets destroy each and every thing that is in store for our marrage and all the years to come. The wedding is about us, and for whatever reason, many believe it's about them instead. So, these are the things we need to do instead of trimming away the fat.

I assure you, Though not a huge production, our day will be just as exciting as we originally planned it out to be.

No ones leaving until we have 18 fists broken

[29 May 2008|11:42am]
[ mood | excited ]

Talk about a day with mixed emotions.

Today I'm dealing deeply with the anniversary death of a loved one in which I honestly don't want to mention on an online blog. Forgive me. So, just now, at work, a woman comes in half in tears. She begins to explain to me that she needs to cancel her father's account for he had passed away recently. However, customer service gave her a hard time, but also told her to come into my store and have us cancel it for her. Unfortunately, we are unable to cancel accounts in store, so I have no idea why they'd send her here.
Quickly I had to turn her away and ask her to call customer sevice once again. Ten / Fifteen minutes later she comes in. This time in tears. Telling me customer service told her to get the death certificate, bring it in, and then we'd cancel it for her. I explain the issue with my manager and he states for me to take down her number and he'd get it taken care of for her. As I mention it to her she says, "No. No..! No...!! they just did it for me. They just need you to confirm the death certificate and note my account."
So, I felt like shit. allowing this all to hit home on me, and I went ahead and did so. I must say though, I've never felt like choking as much as I just did.

On lighter and much more upbeat news, I just got my call back from Verizon Wireless. I'm due in for a sit down interview with their district manager tomorrow at 2pm in Everett, MA. They're looking for supervisors and even three managers. The gentleman I spoke with was the human recourses supervisor in MA. He states. "Normally a manager from a corporate location interviews applicants. Then, it moves on to human recources phone interview. Finally, District manager. You've somehow jumped right for the District Manager. Good Job and good luck with the interview tomorrow!"
So, I feel pretty fucking good knowing it's probably time to leave AT&T and start somewhere where I may feel much more happy and comfortable.

Wish me luck.

Oh, and Ashleigh; I guess they are humping my leg.

No ones leaving until we have 5 fists broken

[28 May 2008|10:11am]
[ mood | sad ]

Well, I guess it's time to post something rather sad. Today is the two year anniversary of Little Elizabeth's passing.

Elizabeth is Tricia's little cousin who passed away at age 11 on May 28, 06. Elizabeth was born with a severe case of Cerebrial Palsy. Towards the end of her short life, she had fallen extremely ill at a rapid and almost uncontrolable rate. Eventually it came to the point of no return, when her family had to decide it was time for her to go.

Elizabeth was the brightest and happiest little girl despite her illness. She's touch each and every one of our lives in a million ways, which are so intense, they're about impossible to express in words.

So, there's my sad post. Do I feel better after typing it out? No. Actually, I'm holding up rather well though.

I miss and love you Elizabeth.
Sleep well.

fists broken

[27 May 2008|10:32am]
[ mood | okay ]

It's funny, I recall mentioning something about season depression or stress and whatnot. I don't know if you remember me mentioning it, but here's something to follow up on the topic.

Lately the weather has been insanely beautiful and warm. Not too hot and not too cold, but nice enough to spend hours upon hours sitting in the park on our bench in the common. Now all I have to do is find the time to do so. Hopefully next Monday Tricia will have off and we'll be able to do that.

Reason I bring this up is the fact that lately I've been feeling different. A little more social and a little more excited about the summer on it's way in. I believe a part of it was the re-connection with my old friends from the childhood. It sort of changed my overall mood on things.

Frankly, I think I feel different in the Spring and Summer months. I've been hoping to get out more often. However, finding time has been a pain in the ass. Hopefully Tricia and friends can get on board with having some after work or day off adventures.

Let me know if you'd like to make plans and get together.

No ones leaving until we have 3 fists broken

[26 May 2008|12:09pm]
There I was, heading to work in East Boston. I had just began to eat a small sandwich from Subway. As I start taking bites a middle aged hispanic man, (about 40) walks up to me, stops and says, "Bon Appetite!" Then proceeds to attempt to shake my hand. I stare at him blankly, and just burst out laughing in his face. Nearly choking on my food.

Why in the hell did this guy just do that? I don't get it.

About a half hour later, standing outside my work downtown. Smoking a cigarette, a family of five walk up to me. Mom and dad both carrying city guide maps, and the son and two daughters (all in late teens to early 20s.)stand staring like I was from another planet. Mother says to me, "Could you possibly point us out to places close by to see here in the city?"

I then begin to rifle off ideas. "Well, you could walk a block to park street / Boston Common. You could also continue on to Newbury Street and Boylston. Or the public flower gardens. New England aquarium is a fun place."

The mother interupts me and says, "Yeah, the common. How do we get there?" I explain the directions to the family. Halfway through they turn away and start walking. I then say, "On your way up School Street, Turn left and there's the historical cemetary. Franklin, Sam Adams, Mother Goose and others are all buried there. It's a good tourist attraction." The mother turns her hip to me and says, "Are you kidding me!? (then spins and walks quickly toward me) That places is filled with Demons and Gargoyles. There's is no reason why we'd have business there. I will not subject my children to such evil! What is wrong with you!!??"

the woman's face flares up like Satan himself. Or, like that woman from Trading Spouses. What the fuck??

Wow, the fucked up things people do in 80 degree weather in Boston.
No ones leaving until we have 4 fists broken

[25 May 2008|11:23am]
[ mood | accomplished ]

So, recently I got in touch with old friends. A couple whom I've known since birth. They've been out of my life (by no fault) for many many years. Some a couple decades. All of which were put behind me as I let go of my childhood life.
Now, here it is many years later and they're back in my life like they've never left. I couldn't be happier. Frankly, I never would have imagined ever speaking to them again, but let me tell you how thankful I am to have them be a part of me again.

I've also been putting a lot of time in closing chapters of my life which I've always dreaded leaving them open. Some of them are old friends. Some are even ex girlfriends and whatnot. I've been seeking a lot of ways to close those chapters. Whether it's redeeming myself. Whether it's an apology or simply explaining past feelings left long dead and gone.

In one instance I professed deep feelings in which I had for someone many years ago that they never knew or even suspected. In this instance it'd been brushed down upon and also, I'd probably been crucified for by close friends. So, at the time I'd never go after or take my chances. Now a days, I feel like I need to close such chapters in life. Whether that particular instance will sour other people's friendships, trust or feelings, I felt it was time to get it off my chest. Of course said feelings are long dead and gone, but I felt it was time.

I've stated some hardcore shit to those people in hopes they'd simply understand and allow me to not only laugh off, but also to remove that tiny demon from my shoulder. I feel as though it's time in my life to remove some skeletons from my closet and air out the dirty laundry. For I'll be the first to admit I'm plagued here and there with some seriously crippling demons.

I also came across a photograph of someone very dear to me. Someone who had passed away in 96 which ultimately turned my life around for the worst at the time. Now, I've come to terms with it all, and while thinking on it, I've began the process of putting it all together in trying to understand it all a little better.

So, in turn I contacted a dear friend of mine. One whom I've not spoken with since her death and basically validated some type of forgiveness. It's a process of sheer will, but I'm ready to face it all head on. It came to me asking this person for visual memories. Photographs, videos, anything she still has in her possession. Luckily, she has plenty for me to sink my teeth into. And though, it will end up causing me to crumble or even shed a tear or two, it's time I look it in the face and realize, I've come out of some of the worst experiences in life. And none were better than those awful experiences I've learned from. Even though it ultimately led to the death of someone I still love and miss dearly. I've come to realize, no matter how the worm turns, I'll always have my feet planted right where I want them.

fists broken

[23 May 2008|07:06am]
It wasn't that great of a dream, but I'm sort of confused by it.
So, apparently I was living in a college building of sorts...? Not entirely sure what the building was. I lived up on the 3rd maybe 4th floor in the nice wing of the building. My two brothers lived a floor or two down from me in a very normal modern setting. There was a giant fish tank in the main lobby downstairs at the entrance, but never once could I go or see the outside of the building. All my other friends lived in the basement just outside of the boiler room.
For some reason Laurel, Ashleigh, Liz, Shants, Matt, and Brian Joyce were all sharing a hidden room in which you needed to pass through the boiler room to get to. Many times I had to shimmy by objects such as chairs, pipes, broken desks, and pass through a refrigerator to enter their small room, or bunk if you will.
As I'd get closer and closer to the room random music would become louder as it played from inside.
Mind you this entire story is pointless, but I remember hearing "Blaze of Glory" by Jon Bon Jovi whaling out from behind the refrigerator door. As I enter the room, the sound would stop.
Soon after Shants thought it would be a good idea to "live out the legend that is Jon Bon Jovi." So, next thing I know, we're all piled in a bus, revving the engine about to jump across the Salt & Pepper bridge over by Kendall Square. "Blaze Of Glory" by Jon Bon Jovi is cranked to number 11 as we suddenly peel the tires heading to what may have either been our doom, or were we really Living out the legend of Jon Bon Jovi?

(I wake up and all I can think and say in my head was,

"Shot down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
cause Im going down in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first
But I drew first blood
Im the devils son
Call me young gun")
No ones leaving until we have 3 fists broken

Wii Fit [20 May 2008|05:43pm]
[ mood | confused ]

Why is it whatever Wii Fit (Nintendo Wii) advertisment I look at, everyone demonstrating in the ad photo is wearing the same bright white outfit, surrounded by semi-colorful furniture or room decor?

Seriously. I feel maybe Nintendo is advertising a cult of Wii Fit success stories.

No ones leaving until we have 4 fists broken

Looking Foward to "Higher Ground" [11 May 2008|02:01pm]
[ mood | excited ]

Here's to hoping plans follow through. As of June 22nd-ish, Tricia and I will be going to see Stevie Wonder live!

Now, that is greatness!

GREATNESS!!

No ones leaving until we have 1 fists broken

[08 May 2008|05:11pm]
fists broken

Friday May 9th. My Birthday get together, [07 May 2008|07:24am]
[ mood | chipper ]

So, Friday May 9th is my 30th birthday. Another year, right?
So, I'm hoping to have some sort of get together here in Boston. At my house if the weather is bad. All over the city if the weather is good.

It'll be a very easy going and quiet type of thing. Nothing insane or anything. The whole day I'd like to play it by ear, but I'd like you all to know you're all invited.
Please message me ASAP if you're coming.

Day starts as soon as I wake up... so, in the early morning until whenever people go home. I think we'll be going to Olive Garden for dinner.

-Shane

fists broken

[26 Apr 2008|11:07am]
[ mood | determined ]

I honestly have nothing to write about right now, but I'm at work, bored out of my ass, trying to think of something exciting. So, here goes. Today's a dead day here at AT&T as usual on a Saturday. I've been watching the clock for the past hour or so, waiting for 6pm to come around. Which is the time I get out, and jump on the T to head to Scituate for Lauren's birthday party.
I'm mostly excited about seeing everyone who's going to be there. Though, no one has been confirmed on my end, but I can think of about 5 or 6 people whom I'm really hoping are there. I'll have to wait and see.

The last few weeks have been a stress bucket of sorts. My tattoo / allergic reaction, coupled with all the drama of Tricia's family, but we're trying to put it all behind us and move on with our lives. It's been a painful process, but I think as long as we stay out of all of it (though her family has deemed us an emotional tampon and the target to absorb all the pain and hatred within her family) I think holding away from them for a long period of time, things will pull through and eventually die down. Who knows? We'll have to wait and see.

I'm pretty amazed by the recent weather here in Boston. Just a week or two ago the average weather was in the 30s or 40s. Now however, The average weather here is in the high 60s low 70s. A few days ago it was 83 outside. Which was insane. Makes me want to pull eyes out, wondering why I haven't been taking advantage of this. It's insane how nice it's been outside.

May 9th marks my 30th birthday. What a quick 30 years it's been. Seriously, I remember a lot of my childhood growing up. The good times, the bad times and the times in between and makes me miss a lot of those days. I certainly don't dwell on any of it, but it's amazing to look back and reflect on your childhood years. High school years as well. Crazy how time can fly.

the only thing I don't like about this time of year in Boston is the all the city work that gets done all at one time. Just outside my door at work there's 6 men standing by a hole in the ground. While one jackhammers the street to get at what seems like maybe a pipe of something along those lines. Five of them men are just standing there watching this one man do all the work... And it's probably work that doesn't really need to be done in the first place. Instead, all these businesses can't hear themselves think. It's quite distracting.

Lets not bullshit. I love my job, but unfortunately I don't get along with anyone here. I personally could get along with them. It's not a problem with me, but unfortunately they all can't even exist with me around. I don't get it. I don't have a problem with them, but as they've said on many occasions, "we don't like working with someone who's either mentally slow, or simply can't function." Which in my case is a completely incorrect statement, but they feel it's a way to get me out of here. Ever since the day I transfered to this store location, each person here before me says I don't have any rights due to seniority. Though, the culprit has been with the company one year less than I have, but he's got seniority?? I don't get it. I laugh it off, but I don't understand the territory wars. I don't understand the intimidation tactics. I laugh it off.

It's that time of the year for spring cleaning extravaganza! Wow, as much as I'm not looking forward to it, it's time Tricia and I take the initiative and reset, clean, and tidy up our entire house. Though getting Tricia on board is like beating a dead horse, the time is now for her to finally step to it and not keep procrastinating. With that said though, After I spring clean I always feel 100% refreshed and comfortable again. Maybe it's a seasonal thing, but I've always enjoyed it.

Well, there's some boring thoughts put down as an entry. No matter how much I bored you all to death with this, it at least passed a good chunck of time in my super boring work day.

Have a good day.

No ones leaving until we have 9 fists broken

Incredably stupid person report. [23 Apr 2008|11:29am]
[ mood | confused ]
[ music | The Zombies! ]

I'm not sure if you're familiar with Downtown Boston, but for those who are, you all know Boston is "The Walking City".

My work is 2 1/2 blocks from The State Street stop
(blue line / Orange line subway)
*Take a right out my store's front door.*
3 minute walk

My work is 2 1/2 blocks from The Downtown Crossing stop
(Orange line / Red Line subway)
*Take a left out of my store's front door.*
3 minute walk

Customer comes in looking for a new phone without a contract. AT&T doesn't sell phones without contract. Well, they do, but the cost is jacked up about 200%. Several hundred dollars. I inform my customer of this. He asks for other options. My one option is, Take a left out of this store and walk 2 1/2 blocks for about 3 minutes until you get to FYE. (a local CD, movies, and media store.) They sell AT&T phones very very cheap, and he wouldn't need a contract. He'd simply have to put his sim chip in and bam, the cheap phone is his phone with his same phone number.
He looks me in the face, dumbfounded and says, "I definately don't feel like walking more than I have to." He swivels his head around, looking at the walls and ceiling of the store and says, "Is there a subway I can take nearby to get there?"
I look him in the face, dumbfounded. "Yes, take a right out the store and walk 2 1/2 blocks till you get to the State Street subway stop. Take it to Downtown crossing. Get off the train and cross the street. There's FYE. Goodluck."

He walks out the door and walks right. Walking the same fucking distance it takes to walk to FYE.

Why are people so fucking stupid????

Dumbfounded!

No ones leaving until we have 2 fists broken

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