ANYONE THAT DOESN'T WANT TO READ THIS WHOLE THING can view it on my youtube channel: www.youtube.com/IndiaPearlTV -- this is very long, and would probably be more enjoyed via watching. I just thought I'd post the script because I haven't done a blog in a while and for those who enjoy reading my blog. If you don't want to watch it but read this, go check out my channel for a laugh anyhow.
What
is Marathon Monday? For those of you who have never experienced one
or are not from the area: It's a day when a bunch of crazy athletic
people run a bajillion miles and time themselves... for fucking fun.
Oh, and they donate a couple thousand dollars apiece to a specific
charity so all their rich friends go down near the finish line and
get shitfaced at a bar to cheer them on. I imagine that the rest of
us bottom-dwellers watch the marathon so that we can cheer on our
hopes and dreams to also someday donate our rich person money to a
crazy endorphin loving friend's child with diabetes or cancer or
something.
The
reason I'm telling all of you this is because aside from it being
Patriot's Day (which by the way, is only a holiday in like, 4 states)
I don't get why the fuck those assholes decided this was a great
thing to ruin. This wasn't a democratic rally, this wasn't a
religious gathering, it was for freaking charity you idiots! Ok,
maybe there are a fuck ton of people in Boston during that, but do
you even know your reasonings?! Why, because we're American?
Whatever they are, they're probably not very solidified. It'd be like
if I decided to go ruin a little girl's birthday party because all
the kids there liked cake and I hated cake.
I
was minding my own business, babysitting a 5 month old while her
parents were with their 6yrold a block from the blasts, so when I got
ten million text messages if I was ok I was very confused about why
anyone was asking me this. I got a more specific message from my
boyfriend and turned on the news, only to realize that I couldn't get
ahold of my boss as I'm watching the blasts on repeat. Then I
realized, “It's a holiday, and India Pearl loves drinking – why
WOULDN'T I be down there?? Not only that, but I'm one of those people
that fights my way to the front of the stage in a concert, if I
hadn't been working today, I could very wel have gotten blown up out
of my own dumb need to be up front for things.” Thank God 15
minutes later the Dad got home to tell me they were all ok, but I
can't tell you how awful it was holding a baby in one arm and trying
to keep it together while holding my phone in the other hand, just
WILLING it to send me a text message from her mom.
That
NIGHT there were reports that police were finding “devices” which
I guess means they found bombs around town. And not just around
town, no they found them at Harvard square which is very close to
where I live and a T station I'm at at least twice a week, it's my
favorite place to hang out so I was ripshit that someone tried to
screw with it, and then they found one of the devices in fucking
Newton! Complete opposite side of town! Now I don't want to go
anywhere. I don't even feel safe leaving my apartment, especially
when my boss drove me home saying he didn't want me on public transit
that day.
Ok
so everyone is still reeling from the reality of it all, and I'm
watching the news two days later when they announce there was a
threat and they had to evacuate the Courthouse downtown. This is
when I decided, I'm never taking the train again. Nope, not doing
it. I don't even want to go into Boston proper ever again with all
this shit going down. I couldn't even describe how this was making
me feel, because number one thing was fear, but then more like pure
confusion as to how we had all gotten to this fear in the first
place.
So
I'm already upset and I don't want to do anything or go anywhere, and
I wish I could just have my boyfriend glued to my side so I never had
to be alone for 5 seconds ever again, when I get 6 text messages from
people late Thursday night about a shooting at MIT. This was before
most people knew that this was related to the bombing. I'm thinking,
“What the fuck, so now that the crazies came out of the closet, all
the other ones decided it was their turn to go out in the street and
play too?! Where are your mothers?! Why is noone supervising you,
because clearly you have the violent wants and needs of a small angry
child thinking you can just shoot people for no reason. And how the
fuck is everyone getting a gun or whatever they have whenever they
want to?”
Apparently,
(and if anyone has corrections on my statements of the events that
ocurred I will say that a lot of news stations were confused and I
was trying to watch all of them to get the most accurate statements)
these assholes decided it would be fun to throw pipe bombs at cars
and go fucking up Cambridge. This all ended in a horrific
police-suspect weapon fight, a smoke bomb, explosives, and then the
older brother dies and the scarred pussy little brother wanted to get
out of the police barracade so badly, that he ran his own fucking
brother over with his car! Pretty sure this was also a stolen car.
Now, I'm not gonna lie, I've seen a lot of movies and I know that
this was a tragic event where an officer died, but if and when a few
years down the line someone decides this would all make a good movie,
this would probably be the most exciting part. I was super curious,
enough that my little weakling scared of blood girl brain decided it
would be a fantastic idea to look up the mutilated body of the
brother on imgur. (Don't do it, you'll throw up and I've seen enough
movies to say that with confidence.)
I
woke up in the morning not knowing any of this aside from the fact
that there was a shooting and someone on the run, didn't realize it
was connected until about 6am when I got a text saying I didn't have
to watch the baby that day because the T was shut down. I didn't
think it was a big deal, I'm texting him back like, “Oh yeah, you
can totally pick me up later if you still need to go to work.” and
he goes, “No, stay home. This is serious, noone should be out of
their home right now.” Now I'm thinking, What the fuck happened.
They already shut down the T once this week, shit is going down.
I
get in twitter, and of course that's where you'll find the most
reliable news, and this is when I learn the whole story from the
night before, and that Boston, Watertown, Cambridge, basically that
whole area just outside of the proper city, is fucking. Shut. Down.
Do you know, how serious this had to be, to shut down an entire city
and surrounding areas? About $333 million in lost revenues serious!!
That's why noone has ever done it before!
I'm
sitting there at 7am watching the news and realizing what this all
means. A kid with potential bombs on his person, is running around
who knows where in a stolen car, and they even suspected he could be
heading towards CT or on a highway somewhere. My town was not on the
lockdown list, but I can walk to Cambridge, and a lot of parts over
here where you walk into Davis square area is Cambridge and
Somerville, and a very quick and easy drive in to Watertown. I used
to work there. I'm frantically texting my old boss that I hope she's
going to be alright and her house is going to be safe, and I'm not
fucking going anywhere outside today, and to make sure she was
wearing a bra because I knew she did not want to be surprised by
Boston's Finest in her pink pajamas when they were doing door-to-door
searches. She was very grateful and assured me she was already on
top of that.
Watching
all of this going down was a bit surreal. I honestly started to feel
dread. I cannot explain the sinking panic in my chest in any other
way, I couldn't breathe, I coudln't move, I could barely speak
without gasping for air. So of course that's when I decided to start
drinking at 8:25 am. Thank God I had my
emergency-in-case-of-terrorist-attack bottle of vodka in my cabinet.
*phew*
I
was feeling great, until at about 12:30 when they're in the height of
working out whether or not this kid was on a highway somewhere, my
power went out on my entire block. Here I am, skype day drinking
with one of my friends, hoping my roommate gets out of the shower
soon so I'm not alone, when everything goes out. People started
slowly creeping out of their doorways, just enough to poke their
scared fucking faces out to make sure it wasn't just them. I was
convinced that that little fuckface had somehow figured out how to
shut off my internet and TV, and my basement suddenly became the
scariest place I've ever set foot in my entire life. My roommate
came out of her room to see me laughing, and crying in hysterics
flipping light switches and finally curling up on the floor in shock
from the sheer audacity of it all. How could our power go out,
'DURING THIS?!” She asked if I was ok, I said, “There's a
fucking terrorist now the news can't tell us where the fuck he is!!”
I started sobbing.. then laughing... then sobbing again. And within
15 minutes National Grid came and turned the block on again so thank
God that ordeal didn't last very long.
Later
that evening after hours of aggressive and over-stimulating
newscasters that didn't have any new information for about 14 hours
straight, the Governor decided that they were done with telling
people they couldn't come out, and they let the T start running again
with limited service. I was still not leaving my fucking house.
While they were pretty sure that asshole was in Watertown, they
didn't know where another fucking “device” could be. And most
places were still closed. So people started posting on facebook,
“getting outta the house” – I'm sorry, but you don't think
you're going to go into the city, do you? Where the fuck do you need
to be right now that's so fucking important? STARBUCKS?!?! The only
place you need to be right now is either the liqour store or the
hospital, and then back to your Goddamn house. And neither of those
things require you to ever get on a train!
Of
course then it gets to the part where the cops found the kid and he's
hiding, which was an hour long ordeal of them getting him out because
he could very well explode everything. Assholes in Worcester and
over other parts of Massachusetts that I knew had almost no real
connection to what was going on, started posting smilling, laughing,
and happy pictures of champagne, beer toasting, saying stupid shit
like, “Time to start celebrating, I totally deserve a beer, Oh my
God been SUCH a long and stressful day! Can't wait til they get the
guy so I can start drinking.” FUCK. YOU. That's all I have to say.
Unless your brother or sister or someone lives in a lockdown town,
or you yourself were in the lockdown, I don't want to see your
stupid, smiling, sighs of relief like you're counting down during the
last quarter of the Superbowl you think we “have it in the bag”
or some shit. This was not fun. This was not a sporting event. And
it was not a time for you douches to start posting happy shit while
it was still going down. Sure, I had funny memes later on that I
posted, but I was actually drinking all day because I was scared
shitless for myself, my friends and family that all live HERE. I
worked down the street from where that kid was found, I had my aunt
and uncle and my old boss all live in Watertown, and while I'm all
for solidarity, you don't get to have fun after all that was over,
especially when you're posting these pictures like, “look at our
safe, smiling, drinking faces like this is all a game and we're
watching it go down with half-hearted hope you're ok fb statuses”
when you've only ever been to Boston for a Red Sox game that you're
too drunk to even remember. This is my home, you assholes!
Of
course I was also this angry after everyone and their grandmother
starting shit with each other facebook because with all of us being
stuck in the house, noone had anything better to do. There were the
know-it-alls, the jokers, the wicked serious people, and the people
that commented on everything just to shit on the person that posted
it because they can't get over the fact that in t-minus 24 hours
everyone was going to go back to not giving a shit about your two
cents. Everyone has a huge pecker behind a keyboard, and today was
just not the day to be starting shit or bragging or being that guy
that posts on everyone's updates, “Well I HAVE AN OPININO TOO AND
YOU'RE WRONG BECAUSE FARTY MC FARTY BLAH BLAH BLAH and I live in the
middle of nowhere so I have a lot to be opinionated about.” I just
couldn't deal anymore so instead of giving valid arguments I told
them to go fuck themselves. Surprisingly, it made them shut up so
maybe I should do that more often.
Ok,
moving on basically they got the kid out of the boat, and I decided
after all that was over that I made some memes of my own out of
relief and the need for a laugh. They're all at the end of the video
if you want to see those. I was finally able to breathe, and I
allowed myself to laugh at something,
In
all seriousness, I knew Kristle through my old job and my sister knew
her. Her wake was a block away from my apartment and I know her
family was very touched by the thousands of people that came out, I
watched the all line up for blocks. I'm not sad in a “that was my
friend” way, but this thing in its entirety has been really
upsetting to all of us here in Boston and the whole area. You think
only 3 people died and it's not like 9/11 at all, but a lot of
Bostonians died in 9/11 that's why New York reached out to us right
away. Boston is so small that most people either knew a person that
was injured or died, or know at least 3 people that did know them.
And it was our place, our home, this woman on NPR said it perfectly
when she told her little boy that people are sad because someone
tried to hurt “Our Mother”. I'm glad they caught that little
fuck, and while I'm sorry that he was brainwashed and he has to live
with this guilt for the rest of his life, I hope his tongue stays
injured and he never speaks again. Because that little boy will
never speak again, and so many others might never walk again. But
Boston will walk again, and we will have our marathon next year,
because like David Ortiz said on national television, this is our
fucking city.
Do
you know what the Colonials did when they were pissed about taxes?
They had a tarring and feathering like it was a weekly sporting
event. They took one of John Hancocks ships, dragged it out of
Boston Harbor, not a little dingy but an entire fucking merchant
vessel, and brought it through Boston down to the Liberty Tree and
burned it. You know what John Hancock did? He didn't get mad, he
helped fund the war because he wanted to be on the side that noone
fucks with. Noone fucks with us, or we shut everything down and we
will fucking find you. And we here in Beantown won't do you the
dishonor of killing you once we do, no we want you alive, because you
deserve to live through every moment of dread and being put down like
the dog that you are on OUR terms, not yours.
And
shut the fuck up all of you people who are making this about the
Russians, or Islamaphobia, because I don't care to hear that
bullshit. The unibomber, Timothy McVea, and and all those pussy
bastards that shot up movie theaters and schools this year were
American. There's assholes everywhere, and it's reall fucking sad to
have to think about living in a world like that, but we do. Just
know, that you are not welcome anywhere, especially not in MY CITY,
because you will regret it til the day you are legally put down by
the man.
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