Seven Days

So before I leave for Boston, I have seven days remaining in North Jersey. Believe it or not I am going to miss it. North jersey is famous for so much. When I'm in North Jersey I feel more Italian than a meat packer from Bolognia named Vito. When I'm in Norht Jersey, I feel like it's ok to drive aggresively. When I'm in North Jersey, i can go around doing impressions or referencing the Sopranos. When I'm in North jersey, I feel good stressing my R's and my D's. When I'm in Totowa, I feel good being a conservative Republican. In Totowa, I'm someone, someone who's involved in the community, the local government, and most importantly, my family. Most of all when I'm in Jersey I know that anytime I want I can stop and get a Bagel. Anytime I want, I can get on Route 46 and sit in traffic. Anytime I want, I can drive to the industrial section behind Riverview Drive and check the status of Global Pollution. It's a beautiful thing really.

The first day:

10:32 Awoke with hangover.
11:22 Mother offered breakfast and I accepted offer but offer has been defaulted due to lack of interest in the original offer.
11:23 Hunger forced me to yell at mother to make food.