jumpin' on concrete

boston is a bitch. took the bus up monday night. johnny crackhead sits down after us a few seats back, and i'm think this guy's gonna give me a ton of stress. the chinese chick storms up to the back of the bus because some bitch must have ratted on him. probably smelled like a brewery or something. he was singing show tunes out loud for five minutes or so. she yells at him to go to sleep, and he did. not a peep from mc cracky the whole trip. i gotta say i always feel like shit every time i get off of that death vessel. sul was there to pick us up at south station. we drove away down memory lane, through the backstreets of time, through the channels of my past. arrived at his place around quarter to one. took down a shot of makers mark and it burned my throat. followed that with a beer. always great hospitality from sul. sarah and him always take care of me when i'm in town. met up with emarce the following day and grabbed some lunch at b&g walked around the streets. wanted to check out this shop bodega, but it was closed on tuesdays. sul met up with us, and he was wearing these amazing john lennon converse all stars. sharp as shit shoes. went over emarce's joint in coolidge corner. just got a new place 7th floor decent view of the city. hung out there for a bit and went to soundcheck. woke up the next morning after 3 hours of sleep and headed back to heaven. my camera had a dead battery the whole time, so i didn't take any photos. i took these with marcel's camera. yeah and uhh sorry that the photos are all blurry