Boston, Massachusetts

Yesterday I went to a leather/karaoke bar in Boston (I thought it was an interesting combo) but beforehand, in an effort to save money, I bought a small bottle of Johnny Walker, bad idea the taxi driver didn’t know how to take me back to my hostel and all i remember is mumbling and then opening the door to throw up. Now I feel like crap.

P.S. Boston is clam chowder heaven


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