Replying to Im so sorry mom: a rails to riches story.

hey newschoolers. its pomme-de-terre, i have posted here in a long time. its currently 2:10 local time here in Rochester ny. i have a splitting headache, my mouth is dry, my eyes are red, im weak and tired, and im about to get in my car to drive 6 hours to fucking boston. i got home from the bar at 11, worked a 10 hour day at my job as an automotive technician and have only eaten bar food and mcdonalds fries in the past 18 hours. its snowing here in NY and unfortunately my snow tires are still stubbornly, in my trunk, instead of on my car.

"but steve! rails to riches isnt in boston!" you might all cry out.

i know that assholes. im not staying there.

i will arrive in boston around 7:30, sleep for an hour or two, and then myself, my pro-hoe friend grace and some soulless asian dragon lady bitch are driving 2 more hours to killington, VT because we won some free lift passes or one of those girls sucked Ian Comptons dick for tickets to R2R or some bullshit. i dont know, the details are sketchy at best.

my plan is to arrive at the venue and immediately get blackout, shitfaced drunk, stand as close as possible to the venue and scream really heinous shit at all the riders competing in the event.

if you are interested in following my endeavors, or have any suggestions as to activities i should partake in along the way or while im at R2R, please discuss that in this thread. alternatively, if you know where to party in kilington, vt or any of the surrounding areas (especially that fucking slum rutland) hit me up to get drunk with one very angry, vulgar, tired young adult male, a rich jewish girl and her asian friend.

this was a split second decision and probably a terrible one at that.

see you at r2r.