Initial dispatch from Boston.

Some hold that Hell is other people.

Today, I'm inclined to disagree.

At the moment, I'm of the view that Hell is having one's plan to kill a couple hours before meeting an old friend by wandering the streets of a city one used to know really well twenty years ago thwarted by pouring rain.

And while I currently have a dry place to hang out, the internet connection is very slow. And there is no outlet in sight. And my laptop battery is running out of juice.

Yeah, OK, it's a pretty mild Hell. Nonetheless: Boo! torrential downpour! Also: Boo! slow internet connections!

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