Day Old City
I hike through Beacon hill most days of the week - it is usually pleasant and uneventful. Yesterday it smelled like warm garbage. It wasn't hot enough for the hot garbage smell, but I was getting a pretty regular waft of something unpleasant.
We're having a little heat wave and high humidity which makes everyone a little uneasy. On the T last night I was blasted with BO by a few of my fellow passengers. I'm not especially squeamish but after the garbage shuffle, the jerky T ride and some stenches that are best left at home, I felt a bit out of sorts when I got to the end of the line.
Deeps asked me how I was doing.
Me: The T smelled a lot like moldy burritos.
Deeps: So I guess we should do pizza for dinner?
Me: Sounds fair to me.
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