Scratch Tickets & Nips

As I'm driving down Route 1, I get the sudden urge to rant and banter.  My wife and I had spent a week planning a trip to an indoor water park that's not too far from the city only to be told that all their tickets were sold out. We had gotten there just an hour after they opened but the kid at the front counter made sure to use his "authority voice" to let us know that it was our fault that we didn't know that they sell all their tickets online.

The long-face walk was exceptionally long as we drudged back to the truck. Looking at the kids' faces made me feel like shit. It was like the smell of anti-freeze in the air was...wait...anti-freeze?
I popped the hood and there it was. The thermostat housing on the truck had sprung a leak. A small little leak, but a leak nonetheless which is probably gonna cost me some money.

"My mechanic is gonna be happy." I thought to myself as i closed the hood and headed back to the steering wheel; the wife continually asking why there was smoke coming out of the motor.

I couldn't help it any longer and I did what any good Bostonian does in a time of crisis. I headed to the nearest Dunkin Donuts and indulged in a caramel latte. I sat there for a while too. Staring out at the chemtrail laden sky.

There at that moment it hit me. I should go back to blogging. I had forgotten how great it used to be to release and organize my thoughts through writing. Making order out of the mess that is my mind at times. With that said I welcome you to my new blog.


~TWITEER: @Jonmicol