After all my talk about avoiding race riots on St. Paddy's Day, E and I decided to take the red line through Southie right after the parade ended.???
I know. Not smart. But it did result in me coining a new awesome term: "St. Paddy's Day minute": the time it takes drunken Irish strangers to go from "I love you, brotha" to threatening violence. We observed this, mmmm, maybe half a dozen times on our subway ride?
When we got home we drank some Presidente, because we agreed that if a race riot were to occur in our neighborhood, we would side with the Dominicans. I think they'd have our backs.
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