Time has been standing still for quite some time now, but why dwell on the past, here goes nothing. I recently won 6 tickets to one of America's greatest games, the World Series of America's "past time." The tickets were acquired while highly intoxicated in America's weird deep south city, Austin, TX in March. Suckered in to throw a baseball, and won tickets worth thousand$ of dollar$.
Skip work, fly to Philly, land, walk, puke...
Philadelphia has such history and character, although this character smells of rotten fish and dirty laundry. Cobblestone streets from the times of our founding fathers exist, as well as their marble gravestones, and brand new polished chrome, concrete, and steel housing structures.
The American way...take our very few historic landmarks, surround them with airport hangers of ironic futuristic mockingness so tourists and wandering pop culturists can view the treasures in air conditioning comfort with their fanny packs and dip n' dots.
Arrival,
New England,
Lonesome traveler,
Apple Hostel,
Cheap and delightful,
Finger paintings,
Bunk-beds,
Slow pace,
Searching,
Seeking,
Wandering,
English Pub,
Endless night,
Sexy Patriot lass,
Rock show,
A Place To Bury Strangers,
Cobblestone back alleys,
Rain soaked trousers,
Cheesesteak,
Amnesia,
Cash,
Breakfast,
Wine,
Departure.
