I'm Scott. So, this past year, I moved to Boston for college and was excited to go out on my own into the city and feel adventurous. So, my first week at school, I took the subway into the city alone, with my over-the-ear headphones listening to "Here I go Again on my Own" on my ipod and feeling FANTASTIC. Then, while I was walking through Quincy Market, I passed by this circle of 8 or 10 very attractive, well-dressed girls of my age. One of them was holding a plate with a fresh, pristine slice of cake on it. As I walked by them, she took the cake, looked at the ground, and then HURLED her FULL SLICE of delicious cake at the ground. Naturally, I walked up to them without even thinking and smiled and yelled, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GROUND!!!!" Immediate silence fell over the group and they stared at me with faces that said, "Surrrrously? What the HELL?" I murmured, "I'm not a part of your system." Silence. I exited their circle and walked back to school. Dirtbags. I'm Scott. So, this past year, I moved to Boston for college and was excited to go out on my own into the city and feel adventurous. So, my first week at school, I took the subway into the city alone, with my over-the-ear headphones listening to "Here I go Again on my Own" on my ipod and feeling FANTASTIC. Then, while I was walking through Quincy Market, I passed by this circle of 8 or 10 very attractive, well-dressed girls of my age. One of them was holding a plate with a fresh, pristine slice of cake on it. As I walked by them, she took the cake, looked at the ground, and then HURLED her FULL SLICE of delicious cake at the ground. Naturally, I walked up to them without even thinking and smiled and yelled, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GROUND!!!!" Immediate silence fell over the group and they stared at me with faces that said, "Surrrrously? What the HELL?" I murmured, "I'm not a part of your system." Silence. I exited their circle and walked back to school. Dirtbags. [bookmarkable link]