I'm pretty sure I have Boston Aids. That is what I call the funk that I
got from riding the subway. To be honest, riding the subway drunk. I might
have humped a couple bums, and licked a handle bar on a dare. I might
have. Things got fuzzy after this Scorpion Bowl thing. It was like a bowl
of liquid roofies. Next thing I know, I am just waking up at my hotel. No
memory of leaving the bar, or walking home etc. It's no wonder I love
Boston. Except for being sick. That sucks. I'm off to go cough on someone.