adventures

When I landed at 6:30am in Boston and had half an hour to kill, I took the T into downtown and wandered around looking for old shit. Paul Revere and Thomas Jefferson's mom were buried here, as well as some other famous personages I can't recall now.


Boston Commons, where apparently both dissidents and loyalists gathered. As a park, it was way too manicured for me--I was cutting across the grass (because it was all just grass and trees) and realized every other person in the whole park was staying on the paths.


Playdoh cookie dough! I made a dragon and a dead guy on an altar and they told me I had issues.


They took me to see the Atlantic!