The stories about the Paddock were as good as the food. The Paddock was on Medford st, pretty close to Winter Hill...
My High School girlfriend worked at the Paddock. One night one of the older guys gave her the keys to his Cadillac so she didn't have to take the train home (she had moved to JP.) 'It gets a little dark over there sweetheart, take my car' She came and picked me up at work instead and we went for a ride. She pulls up some path into the woods, turns to me and says 'wanna have sex in a cadillac?'
After, she's backing out and scrape! She backed up onto a huge fucking boulder! So now its like 2am and were stuck on a rock in the fucking trees. We finally got a tow truck to come and winced as he dragged the bottom of that Caddy over the top of the fucking rock. Thank God you can't see under the car, cause if you could, she and I might have ended up under those trees...Chicken, Broccoli and Ziti all day at the Paddock.

This shirt is made for men and women.
100% ring-spun cotton (Heather colors contain polyester)
Fabric weight: 4.5 oz (153 g/m2)
Pre-shrunk
Shoulder-to-shoulder taping
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The Paddock