Memphis Blues

Beale St. Blues; the cure for common evening.

It was too warm for comfort and the smell was intolerable. The throngs of bikers in the street were loud, brash, and caustic. The same 12 bars emanating from every club, bar and BBQ joint were good, but oh so similar.

But I liked it. Part of me just wanted to be a part of the crowd. The mob mentality sucked me in for a few minutes of peer pressured bliss.

I'm leaving Boston now. There was some work to be done here:



On a side note... Harvard campus is decidedly overrated. Dinghy, and with a smell similar to Beale St. It seems to be the summer haven for young punks who possess a great deal of potential intelligence, a great lack of moral and emotional maturity, and far too much funding available to them. I suppose the same situation can exist everywhere.

Wow! How negative! Perhaps the fact that my throat is so sore I can barely eat is tainting my mood. I think I'll try again later...