Apparently they’re called gingerbread persons now.
Pretty girls in Tremont run early in the morning, not in the afternoon like I do.
Little boys named Mateo will magically appear every time you’re at the library and annoy the ever-living shit out of you while you apply for jobs.
I love giving people directions to places in Tremont.
I can get intermittant WiFi from Jewel Heart while sitting in my car at the laundromat.
The squirrels are going through their first molt of the year.