See that shit? That’s a “scene kid.” I never knew they had a name. I guess I thought that was just what happened to kids who witnessed murders as children and went on to get picked last in gym class. And then, uh, badly misunderstand all the little nuances of human interaction, leading to alienation and self-loathing. I’m having a hard time pushing the funny through all the sadness. Suffice it to say that these kids make your everyday, run-of-the-mill strenuous efforts to look messy.
We here at the Shack, like many people, are big fans of Chinese food. Drunk or sober, it’s a pretty good bang for your buck. And as with a lot of the things we buy, there’s a fair amount of brand loyalty involved; for example, Drizzle has been known to enjoy a Diet Coke in between PBRs and the Old Man tends to prefer the Glass Slipper to the Foxy Lady. A Chinese food joint that we dig is the Rainbow Dragon on F Street here in Southie, which, among other things, is home to the famous “French Fry Fravy” ($3.95 for the french fries, 50 cents for the fravy). Continue reading
It’s not very often that a whole week passes without so much as an inappropriate Chatroulette screenshot or Shit List addition, but it has been about a week since the last Shack post. By now some of you may be wondering where we have been this whole time. To that question, there is an easy answer. Continue reading