I found a wax-sealed Valentine in my bag this morning which apparently was snuck in there at Ash St. last night while watching the two Boston messengers riding in circles in the back room while some awful covers-only band tried doing sound check. I rode halfway home before stopping at George's. A boy was there who I had met only once before and thought I would never see again. We listened to MGMT and Neutral Milk Hotel on his iPhone.
I am bad at blogging.