Billups on the Boston winter:
I don’t know if any of you have ever had the pleasure of experiencing a Boston winter, but if not let me awaken your senses. It’s basically an 8 month-long night of sitting in your bathtub tearlessly crying while listening to Townes Van Zandt/Joy Division mashups, half-heartedly trying to cut your wrists with the Lady Bic of some jawn you were hot for that you just found out gave brain to Mr. Len in the bathroom during some poetry slam in Central Square. No. It’s really like that. For everyone. 8 months.
It really sucks. I’m just saying.