As I sit in the regular spot and look out onto a cold and slow night in boston. Sipping on stoli rocks and my asian waitress brings over a 24 of kirin I find myself composing this post.

This very asian restaurant is straight out of japan if not for the blasting rap music. “My president is black… my lambo’s blue…” Its quite an eclectic mix to say the least.

To keep the don off my back I’m gonna sling this post. The asian kids sitting at the table next to me are christian audiger’d out to the max. The guy sitting behind me has on some ratty Philly eagles tee. And I sit here in my preppy best brooks brothers sweater and button down.

I don’t really know where I’m going with this and what point its gonna have. Beer is good. Vodka rocks is better. These guys are getting louder and louder and their rinestoned hats are being tilted to the side more and more as the bottles of sake disappear behind over-priced sushi. 

I’m starting to get hammerd and its definatly not going anywhere. Ill hit everyone with a good post tomorrow. Maybe something late tonight depending on how it plays out.

Peace.

Love.

Rev Run.