June 20, 2018


I was born on a naval airbase in Falmouth, MA on the cape. My dad was a Marine. You always are a Marine when you’re a Marine until you’ve passed than then you were a Marine.

That’s like 56 miles from here, but I’m not home.

I lived on South Weymouth Naval Airbase, also on Mass, from 2 to like 5 — I’m too tired to Google whether that base is closed or not. I saw Close Encounters and Star Wars there. My mom got this cool turkey trophy for bowling a turkey in her league. A kid bit me in the eye and got held back from kindergarten — I pushed him off the top of the jungle gym when he bit me. The Blizzard of 76 was amazing. I went under a moving car riding on a skateboard on my belly. My mom’s friend gave me my first drag of a cigarette. I survived both of these.

Then we were in East Bridgewater until I was 11 or 12. I had some good friends there — and actually stayed with one of them for the summer past when we moved to Virginia.

I lived in Sterling, VA until I went to college. High school was high school and I spent a lot of time going between crowds, avoiding violence and trying to get with the ladies. Moderate success on all fronts. I wrestled in high school and developed this big thick neck in the process that would atrophy over four years of college.

I’m too worn out today to see all this through, but suffice to say Home is a weird and complicated thing for me.

After 15 years, maybe Baltimore is the first hometown I’ve ever felt. Maybe not.

See you soon.

Location:Dartmouth St,Boston,United States