Since the novelty of meeting all the crazies of Boston hasn't worn off for me yet, I got pretty excited about meeting my new friend Jesse on my first trip using the subway. Jesse and I hit it off immediately because he works for the local hip hop radio station, and I, being from the ghetto of Utah, am aware of hip hop. We talked about a lot of hip hop stuff and then we talked about Utah and Mormons. Then, when I got to my stop, my best friend Jesse got off the stop with me, walked me to where I needed to be, and then, since I had about an hour to kill, took me all over the city. While walking around, Jesse had one cup of coffee, one cigarette, one red bull, and one Pepsi, which helped me understand how people on the East Coast can act like they're on speed at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. We talked about welfare reform and baseball. He showed me where he had pins put into his knuckles after breaking them in a fight. It was a great time. When he gave me his number, I expressed to him the idea, that I wouldn't be having sex, and that I don't drink alcohol. I also felt it was necessary to tell him I don't do drugs either, because at one point during our little outing, someone called him to see if he could get some weed. To his credit, he said he wasn't into that anymore. Still, I am seriously considering calling him because I think he would be impressed with my vintage blue jumpsuit and my stirring rendition of "Shoop." Also because he gave me some cool rap cd's, and that is the way to my heart.