This feature requires JavaScript to function. It’s a Thursday morning, and you’re sitting around with nothing to do. You had a job, but it exploded, so now you’re stuck here in your boring house. Suddenly, your phone rings. Ignore the phone and go outside to look at parts of the planet Earth. Are you the mailman? Answer the phone. Boston. The diamond in America’s face. The place where a dog died. A sprawling metropolis filled with history, culture, stores, some roads, and a guy who kissed a lady here once. It’s time to walk through this city’s hallowed gates and start fucking and killing all the stuff that’s here so that God will destroy it for insurance money. Am I the mailman? Answer the phone. It’s still ringing. “No.” Take the letter. That’s amazing. The phone is screaming! Screaming! “It’s whatever. I could take it or leave it.” Take the … Continue reading Murder, Cheat, And Fuck Your Way Through Boston