Chestnuts

In midtown:


There's nothing like shooting uncovered lightbulbs at night, eh?

So I mentioned I'm reading The Grapes of Wrath for the first time. I'm finally catching up to 1939, and boy howdy am I hooked. The only other Steinbeck I've ever read is Of Mice and Men, but this thing is really unbelievable. That motherfucker could write. Also, it's full of sex talk! I'm surprised they'd assign this to high schoolers. I'd be curious to find out if it was ever banned in Boston (or anywhere else) because of the sex content (and I'm only 130 pages in).

Yes, I'm finally getting with the program 73 years later.