Dear Jamaica Plain Poets:
It happened. I put "Jamaica Plain" as location in my blogger profile.. I spent my first night in my Jamaica Plain off of Centre Street. I got an idea for a new poem eating lunch today at Planet Pizza.
I think it's official. I am a Jamaica Plain Poet.
Now what happens? Where are the perks, man? You always sounded like this mystical mason-like group.
Oh, well...
Ironically, I've spent the majority of today at my old home (my lease is up on the 31st), packing more stuff and doing last minute email stuff before I say fuck you to Comcast and switch to DSL.
The commute by way of public transportation to Southie alone has enforced to me that moving was the right decision.
Hopefully, I will have better things to write about. I'm submitting a few things here and there, trying to create more interesting things in my life to talk about besides moving and the job review that took up a week of my life, which is 6 1/2 days more than I wanted to slot for it.
Best, y'all.
2 comments:
Dear Chad,
Should you or any of your fellow heathen JP Poets society emo loving pasty skinned absinthe drinking crew desire the perks of a secret handshake and odd headgear the Freemasons of Massachusetts could see about co-opting your group in their continuos bid for world domination.
Cheerio!
Not really interested in odd headgear. Back in gradeschool, they gave me some out of concern for my well being. Too many straps. Plus, its tightness, I think, is what started me going bald. Thanks for offering, though.
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