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one july ninety eight noon
hangover without fun
It's six o'clock
And it's time to rock
And my head is beating like a drum
In the broad daylight
I feel like shite
And I can't remember last night's fun
- from "Living in America" by Black 47
Except I didn't have fun last night. I hate feeling hung over when I didn't even get to drink first.
This was one of those mornings where you get up, feel horrid, and think, maybe if I sleep for another half hour I'll feel better. So you do, and a half hour later, you not only feel worse, you're less lucid. You decide to try just one more half hour, this one'll surely do the trick ....
And that's why this postcard is stamped "noon" instead of "ten a m."
The interesting thing about riding the subway later than usual is that it's summer in Boston, which means that if you ride after about ten, you see tourists. You can always tell tourists. They have a map and they look puzzled. Boston tends to defy conventional methods of navigation.
I usually want to offer to help them - they look so lost! - but then the boy part of my brain says, no, no, they'd probably rather figure it out on their own.
This is why men don't like to ask for directions. They're not necessarily stubborn or egotistical about their abilities (although some are) ... they'd just rather figure it out for themselves.
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