Looks like was supposed to go to the 20th party, but got lost:

Ever wonder what people who were really really really high would look like, dress like or be willing to do?  Well, as luck would have it, every year Boston holds the annual Hempfest, where Boston Common is filled with people extolling the virtues of the Mary Jane.  Now no doubt those people will be dressed interestingly.

First up.  A man holding a giant toothbrush asking us to vote for him because he would harness the power of a zombie apocalypse to solve the energy crisis.  No, I am not paraphrasing or making up what he said.  This is word for word what he said.  And when you look like this, should anyone really doubt you are telling the truth?:

 

And here he is again:

 

He also pleaded with us to download his iPhone app.  Because an iPhone app is exactly what one believes a person with a boot on his head would have.

Here he is in the long range view.  Holding his toothbrush:

 

I agree with you boot man.  Were the energy from the zombie apocalypse to be harnessed, for sure we’d solve our energy crisis in a year or two tops.

And now two people who didn’t seem too concerned with impending zombie apocalypses.  Rather with getting out the message of marijuana legalization in whatever way they knew how:

 

Yes, I realize she is dancing in front of the American flag.  No, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t an accident.

And her friend:

 

And last, but not least, Gumby was there.  Dammit:

 

But I really like it.  It looks so spooky:

Monet had the Cathedral in Chartres.  I have Downtown Crossing:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At this point, I think Bostonians just read my blog and wear yet more outlandish outfits to get on it.  How else do you explain this sartorial extravagance?:

I just walked up to these gents, requested a photo and they obliged.  I guess wearing a t-shirt like that, they must have known that would be the result.

And then we have this:

 

I took this photo at the Jimmy Fund walk.  I thought I would be snapping away during that whole thing but this is one of about four photos I took in total during the whole thing.  Because even after anyone has walked 25 miles, as I had at the point when I took this photo, they would be going insane.  But like the marathon, the Jimmy Fund walk doesn’t lack for crazy outfits.  Unlike the marathon, I was actually participating in the Jimmy Fund walk.

 

Well, something completely different.  A lot more writing than picture taking and it is all about me.  And there will be a picture at the end.

Yesterday I did the Jimmy Fund Boston Marathon Walk to raise money for the Dana Farber Cancer Institute.  I walked 26.2 miles over the same route as the Boston Marathoners go.  I walked from Hopkinton to Framingham to West Natick to Natick to Wellesley to Newton to Brookline to Copley Square.

I walked 26.2 miles along the same route as the Boston Marathon, from Hopkinton to Copley Square.  I conquered Heartbreak Hill.

Part of me still can’t believe I actually did it.  It had to be one of the craziest experiences of my life.  Walking itself isn’t a big deal.  Walking even five miles isn’t a big deal.  Once I got to ten miles, my feet were screaming.  I mean they were just absolutely screaming for mercy.  I rolled them around a little bit, I ate a bit.  The next few miles were painful.  I wanted to give up.  Honestly, what kept me going was thinking that walking this thing is no where near as painful as having cancer.

At Mile 16, I was greeted by cheers.  Bells and cheers and I loved that.  Those people didn’t know me.  I was just a walker and these people didn’t know me, but they cheered anyway.  And that was just what I needed.

By Mile 20, I was in Newton.  It was at that point that I could not imagine the walk actually ending.  I thought I was actually going to be walking forever and ever and to some kind of end of Earth looking location like from where the bushman throws the Coke bottle from in the God’s Must be Crazy.  I rested my feet and myself, but for no more than five minutes, afraid that my body would seize up immediately and the cramping would start.  I hate to say this, but I actually thought about quitting at this point.  But I went on.

At Mile 25, some kind of combination of adrenaline and autopilot had taken over and I was just walking.  Honestly, I don’t even remember the physical act of walking at that point.

Mile 26 came quickly and suddenly, I was at the finish line.  My parents met me at the finish line.  I got my medal and they took me to dinner.  My dad insisted I eat something, which I had no intention of doing, as I felt insane and disoriented.  I went to the restaurant thinking I was still walking.  I kept wondering why I had stopped walking.  I thought I was in dream where I would wake up walking.

I can’t even believe I’m about to say this, but this experience was kind of spiritual.  It was good for my soul and I felt cleansed by the whole thing.  Oh man.  I need to stop talking and post some funny pictures.

Here’s me with my number and my medal:

 

Yeah, never a dull moment around here.

I totally forgot to post these completely wild photos from the 20s party.  I’m going to do so now.  Doesn’t this kiss look illegal, but so wonderful at the same time???:

Clown throwing up rainbows edition.  Think I’m kidding.  Check this out:

 

Doesn’t he look like a street style star?