My guts are in pieces, this is the second s*** I have had within the hour. The first one was 20 minutes long, plus there was a cleaner here for the duration, she mist have thought I was some sort of mental s***ter. Alway feel a little uncomfortable knowing a cleaner can hear and smell my s***, especially as they are always middle aged Mexican women. Anyway the second round is just me in here, me and my f***ed up guts, must have been the hot wings from last night.
Enough of s***ting, we are in Boston. First impressions it's very very wet, reminds me of the uk, grey sky's, rain, depressed looking people an bricks everywhere even the pavements are made from red brick. Plus Stroud told me mostly White people, well first three we met were black, taxi driver and two hotel receptionists. Not that this is a problem just not what had been described. I can't see there being much of a gay community here like there was in new York, probably a good thing, although getting checked out by goo looking men was a good confidence boost!
Went to a bar to watch the bruins play, this is there ice hockey team. Out of all the yank sports this would be my one to follow. Mad speed, skill, endurance and technique involved, plus mad aggression and fighting, people literally get f***ing rattled, and it makes me buzz! They won last night 6-5 against Tampa in the playoffs for the Stanley cup, they are now 1-1 overall. f*** knows what happens next. (I've written all this whilst having my second s***, my right leg is now numb as f***, I wiggle my toes and can't feel them, bad news feelings fans.)
Russell enters the toilet, sits down, s***s, says 'wow my s*** stinks like dog s***' brilliant. I wipe my arse leave and continue to our room. Pull the blinds, can't see anything, fog and rain, worrrst weather ever, suckladouche Rodney. What to do today, who knows - Russell?