Hello again everybody, let chapter two of this commune of savagery begin. Boston is full of bright colors in every dimension starting from meatheads beating up their own in front of cars residing in front of the Drift Bar to asian people mistaking the sidewalk with the street. Many recruits have joined the Toeblock of Brookline since the last time i spoke to you. Steve the Sav Perdue, who is always on top of that do, came in about three days ago and has been killing it since. Also gained in this mixture of savagery is Paul Sewel (short stack brethren), Kong, my chain HEMI, arrived two days ago. Arriving just last night was Corey the Greecian, who has been making up for the lack of beer and gambling that has lingered in the rest of us this past nine days. Which is an absolutely necessary accommodation in my opinion. And of course, Frankie Nash, street soldier 2010, has been making daily appearances, a bit haggard from awaking at six in the morning for work, but still gettin’ his got goin’. Skating has been incredibley fun as the energy stays high and the surroundings stay interesting. Adam has been killin it on the shred stick and topping it off with late night solo missions to unknown spaces resulting in the act of recruiting chicks. Steve taught everyone this card game called Idiot and no one can get enough of it. And speaking of Steve and cards, we will be giving out a team toe SU-prize to the first and last residents to check in to the Toeblock Inn. Steve, being the first, has already claimed his wonderful prize of an old deck of cards and a hand crafted wax cube derived from those expensive circular cheese things that I put my blood and sweat into. You know, the ones with the cow on it. Competing for the next SU-prize seems to be TP and Kevin Pukebutt Mcgowan. Who will be the lucky contestant to own this mysterious prize that contains a gargantuan amount of magnificence? Stay tuned folks. Lets wish a happy berfday to Kong for it is his 31st year of life on this sphere of creation for him as of today. Celebrations have been taking place, which gains a positive effect on my collections of recyclables to achieve laundry at some point. I ran after a little fucking dog today for about a mile, 90% of me didn’t want the dog to get hit by a car, which we among other motorist almost did for he/she was running around on a main street, and the other 10% scumbag (which surfaced while I was running after the little one) wanted a pay out from the owner for the dog’s breed was poodle. Kinda felt like Ace Ventura chasing that white bird. I really hope the little guy made it, I bet he did. Little fucker was as fast as a Florida storm says hello and then fades with goodbye. Boston is awesome……period! Its a great place to be this time of year, though the clouds start roaring with authoritive speeches and furiously dump liquid down on the surface of Boston here and there. The Lakers beat the Celtics, I smell shit storms brewing on the horizon, wish us luck. Corey just came up on some chick at the bar and Steve just realized he froze his peanut butter here at the house, so I must depart on that note. Until next time friends…….