Since I know you have to have something to read, I've decided to try out this "dream diary" idea I keep having.
Sorry for the lack of updates, but I've been amazingly busy lately.
It's dark and hot and sweaty. The room smells like mold and beer and the faint smell of urine. Musty. Pregnant with heat and rot.
I used to work with this guy named Scott Hefflon at DeLuca's, and about six months after I meet him he decided to start up this local music rag named Lollipop.
I work on Mass Ave near Harvard Square, so as you can imagine I get to see pretty much every big protest that happens in the city.
You know, I'm not really a political person. I don't like the government, but I'm not going to get all bent out of shape about it.
For those who don't know what I'm talking about, Jacques' is a transvestite/drag queen bar, but on weekends it also has rock shows. I used to work there a couple of years ago as a doorman.
I'm reading a couple of science-philosophy books now, and since I don't have another outlet to blab about them, you're going to have to suffer.
Last Saturday, there was a show at this little dive bar called the Chopping Block on the back side of Mission Hill, with Parker and Lill
Yeah, I ended up going to the Middle East last night.