said a drunk to me on the street of st john, when inviting me to a punk show at studio 112. since i've never seen an african canadian in st john i had no idea what the intended meaning of his adjectival creation was. i got a pizza with bad salami on top and went back to the hotel.
in maine, more travels. all out of white cheddar popcorn. great leather jacket at goodwill and browning downeast guacamole at pepino's. rolling to kanada in the subzero tomorrow. no hellhounds on trail yet. kisses.
congratulations on your four-color adsploitation program! i guess some of the good ol' content is there, but a club section?! full-page ads for BOSTON'S ONLY GAY CLUB NIGHT and STELLA ARTOIS? why, it's the same as the "improper" or the "phoenix." all three should be merged into one publicly traded entity that promotes the stereotypically sterile view of "Boston" shared by my buddies back in new york. dude, we were so drunk on lansdowne this weekend! i'll be looking for something to read.
Started in 2004 to chronicle a Vancouver to New York drive, this is a sporadic blog about being from New York, living in Boston, working coast to coast, learning through constant travel, starting a rock band, technology, writing, photography, music, urban planning, transportation, and other things that interest me.