Chelsea, Mass is Weird

Much to my surprise....I awoke out of a blacked out coma on Saturday morning (on the floor with no blanket or pillows or any sort of indication that I went to bed by choice).....and had absolutely no idea where I was, what town I was in, or who resided in any of the 3 bedrooms that appeared to have closed doors.

You would think that simply looking out the window would help a little bit....but it actually made me even more confused. There was some serious looking characters walking up and down the street, in the mist of a smoggy fog haze....and I think one of these miserable humans even attempted to give me a care bear stare through the window, as if he'd never laid eyes on a Caucasian male before.

Low and behold, I somehow made it to the residence of Wimpy Miles, Slowstuff, and Steina in Chelsea, Massachusetts. A town I am officially giving 5 fingers down. The Tobin Bridge is an abortion. I can't blame Wimpy for actually buying a place of residence, which is the first step to obtaining personal wealth....but I think you mutts could have done a lot better without being the 3 kids that look like they could be NSYNC living in Harlem.

Thanks for the hospitality perverts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!