meeting efrain and his college housemate-buddies,
spending time like we did back in college,
doing things without caring what others think,
you know, just like those kids that sat behind me in the bus.
at the moment it was like nothing had changed.
it was a great time,
being once again a young college kid,
and not the analyst going through the daily grind.
by the way,
boston is a beautiful city.
the neighborhood steve lived in had apartments between winding streets that go up and down,
with antique streetlights dotting the sides.
in a way a very clean and orderly variation of Korea's 골목길s.
and now back to reading "moneyball."
