Well, can we both dig it?

Never mind the inevitable fade of the best of boston, that gradual trickle down to Brooklyn. We've got Aletheas and Ingy's, Dudeks and the rest of them. We've got Scott coming in on a greyhound looking haggard and stumbling to the first liquor store we can find. We've got paramours across the country and houses filled with dust and all that remains of last nights party.

I understand if some of my friends hear the siren song and take off, by-the-by, Timmy, you are a dirt-covered whore, but Boston still has enough for me.