Death is surreal. One moment someone is there, and the next thing you know you can never speak to them again. Nothing is more final than death. If you have an argument or “beef” with someone, make your peace with them.
Money is no object when I am hungover. I will pay any amount of money for the food I want as long as I don’t have to see or speak to anyone. Just leave the food on the porch and get the fuck off my property.
Enjoy even more traffic, Boston, so 12 people can take their Schwinn to work. Not to mention the effects on emergency vehicles getting around the city. What a joke.