After lunch at a great little place not far from the practice facility, they’d driven all over the city. It was confusing as fuck with all of the damn one-way streets and rotaries and, honestly, Jesse was a little relieved that he’d been ordered to ride to and from all practices, meetings, and games with Connor until further notice. He had a feeling in his free time he was going to be using public transit and walking more than he’d expected. Because fuck, he didn’t trust his car around these drivers. They were fucking lunatics.
LOL! Sent this passage to my relatives living in Boston!
