Living in Lost Angeles

I miss Boston. I miss it in the same way that I miss President Clinton, Pepsi Natural and Firefly. Something that I enjoyed but is never coming back and only does me pain and harm to focus on. That part of my life is over, that city holds nothing for me. It’ll always be there in my heart and in my mind, always be part of what built and tempered me, but it’s not me anymore. I’m here. This is my city now. For now.