WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE… Thing about spring: Nice weather. Thing to do during spring: Drink, hunt, whatever the fuck. Pretty much what I usually do. Spring memory: Graduating from Quantico. Spring scent: Evergreen forest after the rain, especially if it's mid-spring when the wildflowers are everywhere. Outfit or article of clothing: Do I look like the type of person to give a fuck about clothes? Bird: Meadowlarks. Flower: Lilacs. Animal: Your mother.
WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE… Thing about spring: Used to be the restrictive hunting rules they slapped on in spring. Only thing you could really hunt were coyotes, spring turkeys, and snowshoe hares. Now it doesn't really matter. Thing to do during spring: Taxes. Spring memory: That one time my father dragged us out to Kennebunkport. Never seen so many stuck up pricks in my life, not even on Beacon Hill. And there was red tide, so the entire place smelled like fucking rotten fish. Not a fun trip. Bird: Seagulls. Little bastards are rats with wings. Flower: Daisies. Animal: Fucking jellyfish.
FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND WHEN YOU HEAR… Fresh grass: Home. Flowers: That time some kid bought me carnations in high school and I set them on fire. Insects: Mosquitoes in the deep woods. Ow. Baby animals: Cute, depending on the animal. Rain: Damp. Thunderstorms: Summer. Mud puddles: Slippery. Flying kites: Never did it. Baseball: Games at Fenway with my brother. Rollerblading: Sometimes played hockey with 'em in the spring and summer. Gardening: For old people. Picnics: Weekends with Robbie on Castle Island. Easter: Chocolate. Mother’s Day: I don't have a mother, asswipe. I never celebrated it.