The group of them went around Boston like a pack of wild dogs. Marauding. Howling. Digging through garbage.
They went to the North End, the "Italian" neighborhood.
They went to an old boneyard.
Here's one of Boston's miscarriages of urban planning. To be cutting edge, sometimes you have to make mistakes.
I like this sign.
This makes me think of Mommie Dearest.
This is more proof that bipeds are crazy.
This is Tommy. If Tommy and I were a band, this would be our album cover.
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Hey Little Amigo & Biped,
I didn't get a chance to wish you a great vacation yesterday, as Clovis Stalker was a bit under the weather.
Have a nice fruity beverage with a little umbrella for me. We here at home will cringe in the cold and sleet awating your return.
Cough, cough, achoo, happy trails to you.
Clovis Stalker
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