So, what else has been new?
A Pope, I hear. Always nice to see a new guy in a dress w/ a funny hat. What's a Pope do, anyways?
I got punched in the face last week. Some Panhandler wanted to buy a cigarette off me, & I had none to sell. He began chasing me done the street yelling "Come 'ere Mother Fucker! You don't wanna sell me a cigarette? Then gimme one!" Then all the people around me split, saying "Oh-oh", And he punched me in the jaw.
His fist was a bit like a stone, but I rolled w/ it, I guess, so it didn't hurt.
Much.
Unfortunately I had a BOILING HOT cup of liquid in one hand, a bag w/ money in the other, and a backpack w/ a computer w/ some sensitive & hard to replace info.
Wasn't much I could do. He wasn't worth it.
"You don't wanna sell me a cigarette? I offered to BUY ONE off you!!" he yelled. (The import of that is......???)
This morning I awoke with 4 square feet of sleeping space. me & my bud Morning Star shared a crash spot, & he kept moving closer to "his (usual) space" in which he'd invited me to stay for a day or two.
Not comfy. Maybe I shoulda put my arms around him like a great big teddy.
Proooooobably not.
The poor bastard lost all of his family pictures in a backpack. If anyone's around the B line in Boston & sees a black vinyl/leather duffle bag w/ clothes & some odd looking bible, give it to the MBTA. They're on the lookout for it.
I found this really cool shop w/ well priced statuary & holistic/Wiccan supplies, (including herbs) near St. Elizabeth's hospital. I forget the name offhand, but it's a neat shop. I'll tell you the name once I remember...Check it out if you're into that stuff. Considering the market for such supplies in Boston of late, you won't be disappointed.
The marathon, as always, was bizarre. Only during marathon could you walk down to the liquor store & be drunk & stuffed before you even get there.
Unfortunately, getting a train was not so easy. My feet are bleeding.
Literally.
Me go sit now.
Holy Crap! An entire entry w/out some ridiculously rude humour!
A Pope, I hear. Always nice to see a new guy in a dress w/ a funny hat. What's a Pope do, anyways?
I got punched in the face last week. Some Panhandler wanted to buy a cigarette off me, & I had none to sell. He began chasing me done the street yelling "Come 'ere Mother Fucker! You don't wanna sell me a cigarette? Then gimme one!" Then all the people around me split, saying "Oh-oh", And he punched me in the jaw.
His fist was a bit like a stone, but I rolled w/ it, I guess, so it didn't hurt.
Much.
Unfortunately I had a BOILING HOT cup of liquid in one hand, a bag w/ money in the other, and a backpack w/ a computer w/ some sensitive & hard to replace info.
Wasn't much I could do. He wasn't worth it.
"You don't wanna sell me a cigarette? I offered to BUY ONE off you!!" he yelled. (The import of that is......???)
This morning I awoke with 4 square feet of sleeping space. me & my bud Morning Star shared a crash spot, & he kept moving closer to "his (usual) space" in which he'd invited me to stay for a day or two.
Not comfy. Maybe I shoulda put my arms around him like a great big teddy.
Proooooobably not.
The poor bastard lost all of his family pictures in a backpack. If anyone's around the B line in Boston & sees a black vinyl/leather duffle bag w/ clothes & some odd looking bible, give it to the MBTA. They're on the lookout for it.
I found this really cool shop w/ well priced statuary & holistic/Wiccan supplies, (including herbs) near St. Elizabeth's hospital. I forget the name offhand, but it's a neat shop. I'll tell you the name once I remember...Check it out if you're into that stuff. Considering the market for such supplies in Boston of late, you won't be disappointed.
The marathon, as always, was bizarre. Only during marathon could you walk down to the liquor store & be drunk & stuffed before you even get there.
Unfortunately, getting a train was not so easy. My feet are bleeding.
Literally.
Me go sit now.
Holy Crap! An entire entry w/out some ridiculously rude humour!
kizmet:
aaaaaaag......just reminded me one of the reasons i ran away to london....no one's tried to hit me hear...nice not haveing a fat lip.....but i supose i'll be going home in a few weeks.....actualy i might be in boston for a bit .... 
