Sure, you may be an unfortunate Comm Ave-dwelling soul who's had some skate-punk freshman spew a half-digested sixer of Miller High Life on your Civic after last call; and yeah, maybe you drove around for 45 minutes looking for that parking space because Lizzie from upstate New York decided to bring her car to Boston this semester. But instead of getting upset at them, thank them.
Thank these kids for bringing fresh tail and economic stimulus to your neighborhood. Thank them for keeping every store on Harvard Ave in business and for selling you the Ritalin and Adderall that you self-medicate with. Thank them for enabling manicured street medians, fancy crosswalks, and bike lanes on your street. And, most important, thank them for allowing you to grope them in the back of Tequila Rain. (Try before you buy, I always say.) Thank you, class of 2014, and welcome to Boston.
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