"At the corner of Washington and New St., I came upon some hashers who where staring down at a bunch of markings that looked more like hieroglyphs than trail marks."
"Have I mentioned the weather on this particular night? It was fucking cold, and fucking raining, and only a handful of us were actually macho enough to step outside and brave the elements (because nothing screams machismo like contracting a devastating case of triple-pneumonia from hashing in the middle of a rainstorm.)"
