Evening #allston (Taken with Instagram)
I fell in love with Svedka while living in Allston. I was at 33 Pratt st. and I worked at Coolidge corner, so I’d walk down Harvard st. and I’d stop at Blanchards’ on the way home and it would be cheaper than Smirnoff and better than Popov.
One time someone described the first time they met me as: “he lived in a 4 story place with 12 guys… 4 bathrooms, two kitchens and living rooms a laundry room and 11 bedrooms… he had his own fridge… and there was nothing in it but PBR, 7 up plus and two handles of Svedka vodka.”
I wish I had that recorded… it was at a bar when we were talking about how long we’ve known each other… but I mean… Fuck I miss that time. There were zero rules.
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