


Credit: Mike Lipizzi
I went to the exhibition of hockey skills last night between the Boston Bruins and the New York Rangers. The venue was the new Boston Garden and even though they lost, it was a great time. My good friend Mike K had an extra ticket and invited this old Irish dog. Bruins game are are the best. No better place can you find Bostonian's in their most raw form. It's like the Franklin Park Zoo of people. The Garden was also a great venue to hand out some Chopstick Murphys menu's during the DKM music video. Mike K and I had a conversation about BURN and made jokes like "Zdeno Chaka" and "Pat Burn." Here are some fun pictures I took at the hockey match...




I would best describe this place as an old timey type place where Charlestown people go to break their "code of silence" after drinking. It's best known for it's "Twin lobster special." Anyway, we finally all arrived and started having light hearted conversation, which was great, as was my roast beef sandwich. Then we noticed him.


Starting at a young age, these kids have developed complete dependency on MTG cards. I know it's sick, but it's a sick world and I'm not here to sugar coat anything. I look at this picture and see dungeree shorts that go beyond the knee, adults and underage boys interacting, and some magazines on the counter. They are probably some vile underworld taboo freak zines. So I rest my brief but well thought out case for MTG being a worse leech on America's youth.


Thiis an interview with my good friend Keith Powers. He is unlike most people I interview for this piece of crap blog. How so? Well he grew up in NYC and is named after Keith Richards (no lie). 
1. French's Classic Yellow Mustard. This particular mustard is a personal favorite of mine. On opposite day. I have never seen a product turn a beautiful girl into something you wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole so quickly. Well at least until she brushes her teeth. This actually happened to me with my first girlfriend Alexandra. Let me take you back to 2002, June to be specific. i had just graduated from North Quincy High School and my graduation gift was finally getting to date the girl I had a crush on for the majority of those years. So obviously this ruled. Then I found out she loved mustard. Like so much. From that point on I knew I would have to share her with a squeezable bottle of French's from time to time. It's something that I finally came to terms with, but I just couldn't kiss her for like an hour after her eating this mustard. It's almost like waiting an hour to go into the pool so you don't get cramps. But the cramps would be mental anguish. Luckily she didn't really eat mustard too often, so things were good for the most part. But there is a reason I am still talking about this. The only positive thing I can say about French's mustard is that it remind me of the Red Sox sweeping the Yankees in the late 90's. There was a French's mustard sign on the first base side of the upper deck at old Yankee Stadium. I was there and kept looking at the sign because I hated French's so much. The Patriots also beat the Jets that day.
2. Guilden's Spicy Brown Mustard - So by this point I am sure you have realized that I just despise mustard. This mustard reminds me my old house at 93 Faxon road in North Quincy, MA. 1987 would be the year. I remember seeing this half eaten jar on the door of the fridge with old caked up mustard on the outside. My dad used to make ham sandwiches for his employees the night before work and leave them in the fridge. (This actually might be my earliest memory to be honest.) I remember ripping the child lock off the fridge and selfishly grabbing a ham sandwich. What an asshole move right? Anyway i tried to shove as much of it down my throat before my mom could pry it away from me. The taste in my mouth was just horrific. This was my first encounter with mustard and it was just vile. i really blame them for not getting a better child lock.

its right near my apartment and the guy there knows me. why, you ask? for the past couple years he makes me feel strange for not tipping him, even though all he's down is throwing the slice of pizza in the oven and then putting it in a bag. every time i walk in he gives me this look like "oh here's the kid who doesnt tip 50 cents for me bending over", yet none of this has ever been spoken. he smiles as i pay him, but, it feels aggressive. i cant have this experience anywhere else in the north end. AND as for BCN....where else could you find a non-XM radio station that played ANYTHING-chris cornell (largely spoonman 9 out of 10 songs in a row) monday through sunday evening, and lets not forget about wahtever that metal core / hc / punk show they had sunday evenings i'd listen to while trying do my weekend homework....yeah, i remember hearing embrace today on that show a couple times, i wont lie about that. But all in all, i hate soundgarden, temple of the dog = OK (only knew that one song w/ Eddie) and audioslave is just too hard for my ears.
this piece of shit was from new bedford and will probably be the face of every male in america when whatever next shithead conservative runs the country:
