Like the icky poltergeist that he is, slimy and ugly, a twenty-something joke booted out of a Medford non-profit was blasting his horn again at night off of Salem St., then parking in Tony's Gas Station where there's a court order keeping him out of there.
Wow, he's still got a thing for an older man and hasn't gotten his therapy yet.
Maybe a wet kiss with Paul Camuso will cure him, Camuso's the only one still singing their praises...
to be continued, unless the cops do their job and put the twenty-something in a psychiatric ward, where ...if they can't help him (they can't!) at least he will be out of civil society...where Dr. Rabies can attend to him...both in shackles...