8.23.3

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Fellow Euro-Erotic film Buffs,

Yea, it is true, I, your hero, Joe Vee, have again returned upon the shores-well, river banks-of Saint Louis. So, as I close a fourth day and ready myself for a drunken orgy of a weekend before the academic year comes to bit me on the ass, here's some vital stats that I think will give all of you a keen insight into my state of mind as of a late.

Food:

I had pizza my first day back. Since then I've ordered Chinese twice and have been able to stretch out each order about two days, and that has been my sustinance. Yes, I've had more fried rice than a chinaman!

Drinks:

In the past Three and a third days, I've drunk three glasses of water, 14 cans of Pepsi and 20 cans of beer.

Clothing:

I'm dressing more Boston than ever....I'm also wearing crotchless underwear...

Weather:

A brief recap then. Monday, 90 degrees; Tuesday, 95 degrees; Wensday, 97 degrees; Today (Thursday), 101 f**king degrees! I swear if I ever hear anyone in Boston bitch about the temperature ever again, I'll bend'em over and shove a New York flag up there ass! It'll be Yankees flag if I also hear anything to the equivalent of "go Red Sox!"

Thing I'm Missing the Most about Home Right Now:

It's a tie! A dog named Zoe and the Lenny Zeykam Bridge!

Death to Moloch!

J.

"Oh Lenny, he would've loved this bridge... he loved Boston...go Red Sox!"---Lenny's widow