eccentric

Boston slithers itself inside you the second you exit the airport. Humididty mixes with salsty swet and your stuck to the place like a spit ball on the cieling of a fourth grade classsroom. if you ask me, its the perfect combination of old and archaic, dirty ,corporate, green and new. trees line the streets in charlston less then a few miles outside the big city. bricks are as common as bilboards. here and i can feel the remonicent vibe of post card patriotism. flags are flown not stuck to bumpers of flat bed trucks, and your home town boy really does look like matt damon, golden but rusty, pure pred but jadded. Italian resturants line the avenue and it feels like Rome got jabbed in all the street corner cracks. I feel like I can actually navigate this gigantic city better then san francisco...or maybe its just that i'm more motivated to do so here. Thunderstorms come as frequently as protests in California, then the heat comes in and all the flooding is momentarily forgoten.

sorry for not posting for awhile, right now i am jet lagged...drenched in exhastion. This drawing by my friend Andy just about says it all.