no matter what anyone tells you, or attempts to claim…there is little else in this world that smells worse than massachusetts in the rain. seriously, i don’t care if you’re in cambridge, boston, allston, brighton, medford or everett…that shit reeks. the weather has been particularly asstacular lately (june: it’s the new april!) and all it breeds is moldy, mildewy, festering stench. the city has defrosted enough that the street stench has been loosed out into the world, only now it’s coated in a muggy, unpleasant moisture.
the city is moist.
i never realized before just how unsettling that word truly is.
on the bus or T, you find a whole new cornucopia of smells that, quite frankly, i could do without ever knowing existed. everyone has their own special brand of “wet dog du jour”…on the streets it’s not much better. urine, vomit, [other], beer, garbage, rotting food…it all comes together under one particularly pungent blanket of damp rot.
maybe i’m just cranky because for the last five hours i’ve been making a monumental effort not to let my stomach turn itself inside-out as it so desperately wants.
but fuck, man…this shit is stank.
