Moments later one punched me in the face and the other jumped on my back. My only recourse was to run into traffic on Tremont street with this maggot on my back. He apparently feared for his life and let go.
I lost a pair of Armani glasses, but that was it.
The best part was that the guy was wearing a fluorescent pink hat and had a huge pot leaf tattooed on his arm. After a short ride with the cops, I was able to identify him even without my glasses.
This puke had been paroled less than a week. right then I began plotting my escape from Massachusetts. Atlanta may not be great, but I can carry a gun.
Last time my husband and I were there, we saw a trio of junkies fighting each other outside that soup kitchen/plasma center.
I liked parts of Atlanta when I visited--especially the Coke Museum and Little Five Points. We almost moved to Savanna until we figured out that state taxes would be the same or worse than Mass.
If I ever go to Boston, I'll drive and I'll be armed.