Hotter Than July
Oh, I’m ready, just let me dislodge this wedgie
Ah, the 4th of July in Roslindale, when everyone’s thoughts turn to frosty cold beer and fireworks on the Esplanade. I was going to watch the fireworks at Larzie’s (Lars Anderson Park, high on a hill with a stellar view of the fireworks display without the Esplanade clusterfuck) with about ten of my girlfriends. After that … who knows?
We decided to pre-game at the Pleasant first (it may have been my idea) where we ran into Alex and a bunch of his friends. Ba-BOOM. Let the festivities commence.
Journal entry: July 6, 1985
… So everyone’s broken into small groups, and Alex and I were sitting at the bar chatting with his neighbor. Alex is quietly singing “You Talk Too Much” with a big obnoxious smile on his face until I finally got annoyed and smacked him. That of course only made him happier and his neighbor laugh.
And Alex was just warming up.
“You know Mouth, you should carry aspirin with you. To hand out. You don’t get headaches, you give 'em.”
