You guys. You guys. I did stuff out in the world last night, and I was on some Matrix shit -- like, how will I know this is really happening if I don't take shitty pictures of it on my phone then post it into a bunch of strangers' blog faces? That's the twist in that movie right? The guy at the end turned out to be boring?
There's my man Richard Ashcroft up there. I don't want to sound like a guy who cries at rock shows or anything, but he did play "History", "On Your Own", "Sonnet", "The Drugs Don't Work", "Weeping Willow" "Lucky Man" and "Space And Time" for fuck's sake. Pretty dusty up in that piece all night. No seriously, it's like an old church or something. Jesus might work miracles but he doesn't work a vacuum, if you know what I mean. I looked at other things too.
It's not too often that I yell out request like some deranged stalker, but, you know, whiskey happened.
with a much better camera than me took this video.
with a much better camera than me took this video.
Here's this other thing I went to before. It was Grace Potter and the Nocturnals, who I guess are a band that exists? It was, like, some charity VH1 thing at the Nine Zero hotel, which is a cute boutique hotel for rich boners. A lot of fancy 45 year old tits up in there for this one. Cheese plates and shit too. Charity is good I guess. Save The Music. It teaches kids the most valuable lesson of all: learning how to play an instrument will ruin your life and disqualify you from any meaningful employment forever. Something like that.
This is where a lot of Boston's famous and rich and famously rich pricks poop and cry and fight with each other over their petty human grievances. Also where they keep their shit.
This is where a lot of Boston's poor homeless people poop and cry and fight with each other over their petty human grievances. It's right across the street. Pretty view though.
I like this alley, because when you get mugged, you can be like, "What the fuck is going on with those lights in that building up there?" while you're laying on the ground in a puddle of piss.
What's the deal with cab drivers, am I right? Always talking on the phone! LOL.
They make good cocktails at the Beehive. Scotch and Cherry Heering and OJ, and grenadine and I forget what else.
Oh look, it's The Tam, the dive bar on the cover of my new book, which you can zzzzzzzz I like this area because it's always under construction, so you never know when thousands of pounds of metal and wood are gonna crash down on your head. Plus the stately old theaters juxtaposed with shitty dives is pretty lulzy.
Um, ok, that seems like kind of a huge comittment though.
This is where god goes out back to smoke his cigarettes.
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