“You guys saw the lab results. They say I took a bunch of sleeping pills. Now, why would I do that? I was so wasted my buddy Ryan practically had to carry me upstairs. You don’t need sleeping pills when you’re half in the bag.”
Sort of like the Massachusetts Cannabis Control Commission, which this month packed its bags and set up shop in Worcester’s historic Union Station, we left the Hub in order to get closer to the center of the Commonwealth’s cannabis community.
We are doing two issues of DigBoston—What’s Wrong With Boston (#WWWB), and What’s Right With Boston (#WRWB)—that will ride the holiday slide into 2020. It’s a big deal that we’re hurtling into another decade, and so we wanted to do something different from the regular look-back and look-ahead spreads.
Baldwin was a significant figure for both white and black publics, but her work as an activist seeking justice in a deeply divided society was unmentioned in the many testimonials to her by white observers.
"I was frustrated [after getting sober] that I couldn’t write songs in a half-hour without the cocaine, but I hit a creative burst this year. I’m sharper, I’m more on top of my game.”
"We were waiting around to be plucked from obscurity and then we got the email we’d been picked. We actually tend to keep our expectations pretty low."
An idea for an exhibition sprung from what seemed like a simple objective: Karl could spend a year and a half recording life along Mass Ave from Arlington to the Charles River. But, of course, Mass Ave is vividly complex.
From Lewis Black saving the day to hanging with Caroline Rhea, BCF maestro Jim McCue tells all
“If policymakers move forward with these regulations, there is a wide network of gangs and organized crime that will be ready to fill the void."
An actual family-run dispensary opens pretty darn close to Boston