Pinkerton

A murky fog permeated Boston’s streets that night, eerie and suggestive of our impending May 21 doom. Should the rapture have come early and heaven ascension commenced, I aptly surveyed the area for the nearest Christian spirit to attach my grappling hook to, all the while thinking if it were to end now, at least we’d go out nostalgically listening to a few tracks off the undying soundtrack of our youth. Continue reading →