downtown it’s 7:15 am and i’m sitting in the “lower level” of the starbucks outside arlington station, boston. funny thing that i live in boston technically, and spend almost no time here. maybe that’s because roslindale, my community, is off the subway, so it’s either pony up the big bucks and take the commuter [...]
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dreams from my father
fork in the road after 9 months of waking up (almost) every tuesday morning at 5 am in order to do my mp’s and take my heart med before showering and rushing out the door in order to take the drive to temple sinai in brookline, 9 months in which i learned all the short [...]
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