I decided to give boston a fresh chance because my bank fucked everything up last time and made me hate all of Massachusettes.

These are good, but they're not even Beans, they're peanuts. Granted it says that on the box but still, why the fuck aren't they called Boston Baked Peanuts. Strike one, Boston.

Drove to Northeastern

Ekpen and Tara

They burst into Val's room they way Kramer enters Jerry's apartment

Spike's Junkyard dogs

Caitlin took this

Drew was in Boston for a UN thing or something

Breakfast.

Val refuses to understand she lives in a Utopian society.

I had to roll film, so I took over their bathroom and sealed that shit up for awhile.

Paul Revere's house.

"Pot Marjoram" ... what?

All throughout the house there's no real mention of the whole "Midnight Ride" story, they just talk about Paul Revere's life and kids and job...

... so when we got out, there were these British kids were standing around, and they were like "so... Paul Revere was... a silversmith?," completely oblivious to the whole story. They think we just immortalized this guy who happened to own a house.

The Old North Church, where two candles were lit and communism was defeated.

Families owned their own little boxes cause it was cold back in the day, these guys were just showoffs.

Teddy!

Then we went to eat in the north end

the worlds most indecisive street sign.

We made it a mission to re create a bunch fo pictures from when we went to Washington D.C. a few years ago

This was a fantastic sandwhich.

This pack of tourists were being led around by some guy who stopped and pointed at this building, just saying "DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE", and which point they all simultaneously went "ahhhh okay"

The food at this place was also great.

The next morning val wouldn't get up, so me and Tara resorted to using the opening song of the Lion King

Caitlin told me this is one of the schools they used when they shot Goodwill Hunting

Bunker Hill

There were a ton of coins blowing around in the wind at the top waiting to hurt somebody

The most artistic we've ever been, again.

Train back to Northeastern, the girl at the parking garage let me stay an extra day for free, stopped by Babson to visit Brittany and met her friends on the way back, then followed the lights of a greyhound bus for 4 hours in a wreckless snowstorm.

Well played Boston, we're now back on good terms, for the time being.

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