Fuck You, Boston.

I spent the weekend with many wonderful people. But I spent it in Boston, a city that hates me and wants me to die cold and alone.

So before I talk about the Hunt and all the other noteworthy things from this weekend, I would like to alert Boston to a few things.

• I just walked out to get a salad made of locally-grown organic vegetables. Also, I was wearing sandals.
• In fact, it's so warm, I need to open up my windows to make sure the house cools down a little.
• Southland is fliming outside my house tomorrow. Literally right outside my window.

Yeah, fuck you, Boston.

(P.S. Boston People I still love, mkay?)