this morning #630.

this morning, sitting there with a sign & a stein on a state st sidewalk, he hoped to make enough cash for a meal or two. until he did, the sun was out & he was trying to absorb as much energy as possible from it. around him, the downtown tourists were teeming. a group of them, led by a hyperactive college student with a headset mic, stopped so their guide could tell the tale of how, on this day 252 years ago, a mob of bostonians decided it was a good idea to mess with british soldiers. they hurled insults, spit & projectiles at them. a few hours passed. the soldiers got wicked tired of these massholes being dicks & DUH. they shot at them. centuries later, the massholes were still talking about it.