About Boston Part 1

We arrive in Boston somewhere around 1am. You can tell we are downtown by the types of people there, or element. A homeless man stood in front of the bus station.

I reached out to the man, and with gigantic water-filled long-lost-son eyes. "Dad?!," I said with half question inflection, but the man didn't hear me and I walked away. We got into the nearest taxi and we were off. A 20$ taxi ride, well maybe less but I round things when it comes to money. $16.oo = 20.oo when it comes down the bills you pick out of you wallet.

We arrived at Willy’s around 2a.m.

If you can imagine; a hipster-flavored, long island wasp with a pinch of stoner, you can imagine William. I had only heard of Willy, in stories from Pat. I never thought I would meet the fabled Willy who was a good ol' friend of Pat's. At that moment, standing there outside of Willy's I found myself picking between the better of two feelings: one feeling was that of pure relief from the hours-long journey being over. The second feeling was excitement to be somewhere and to meet this Willy person...