I’m not giving up my love affair with Lady Nicotine. We’re just heading out of Marlboro Country and, chomp chomp chomp, checking in to the ol’ Nicorette Motel.
Like every Tuesday lunchbreak, I head to Harvard Square to check out the new releases at Newbury Comics and scan the English music papers at Out of Town News.
I was line-dancing to techno, starting a one-man mosh pit, doing the Bulgarian Hustle… I was out of control. Guys in Morrissey shirts beat the crap out of me.
Try organizing the notes on un-numbered bar napkins you later used as a coaster, or typing reviews from a notebook you threw up on. Journalism is hard work.