Fill 'er Up, DTX Style

I walked by this on Arch St. right where the Post Office mail trucks load and unload but this is...umm...a different kind of unload.

Clearly used, extremely gross...someone certainly showed DTX how much they love it...

DTX is My Cross To Bear

Jesus' cross, as seen outside the CVS on Milk St. near P.O. Square while on a slightly failed ice cream run last Friday. The duct tape holding the middle is certainly very sturdy. As sturdy as Father Laval holding up the pillars of the Catholic faith.

Only in DTX...

Spaceman to Crackheads

Ah, the famous Army/Navy shop of Washington St. within the lovely (and highly appropriate) confines of the DTX. I'm sure you've passed by this shop filled with lots of goods that will help you in the wasteland we call our daytime home; gas masks (avoid the street meat/T folk smells), Che t-shirts (who doesn't need a DTX revolution?) and now as show below outside the front door, a super-reflecto spaceman suit.


Whether this is a historic piece of clothing saved from the 70's nightclubs that used to line the Combat Zone or just out there to scare the poor souls flying high as a kite on meth or 8-balls we'll never know. Amazingly, this thing sits here and no crazy Silver Line rider has decided to destroy it - although we can also only imagine how many times the suit has been penetrated or otherwise abused.

Just make sure you don't touch it...only in the DTX.

College Fund Band or Child Labor?

So this reaches a wee bit outside the realm of the DTX and into the tourist trap of Fanuiel Hall where some of us DTXers must escape to in hopes of removing oneself from the ills of the daily grind.

While making a impromptu trip to the famous Chipyard this sunny, perfect afternoon, I could hear the sound of a little live Michael Jackson being played...what I managed to stumble upon is shown below...


That is right....the "College Fund Band". A mother and her two boys who are clearly underage, playing for tips assumingly to either really pay for college or a massive crystal meth habit. Unfortunately I was unable to capture the (ironic) halloween pumpkin they were collecting tips in.

After watching in amazement at this child labor in action for a few moments I quickly dropped $1 into the pumpkin and wandered off to the sounds of Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours" while a gaggle of 12 year old girls oogled the older child and lead singer belting his heart out.