We didn't do much all winter, which was good and bad. Eric and I started talking about what would happen if he actually won, and started getting a bit of an ego, I must say. I sometimes tried to check it by reminding him he had offered me the job first. It didn't work too well, and he just got more and more into himself and the grand plans he had for changing the way Boston was run, and perhaps even the way the world would be run.

It's a strange thing that happens to politicians. Our society gives people this power to make laws to govern us, in good faith, usually taken in good faith. But once that power is conferred, or the prospect even exists, the relationship changes. No longer is it just about helping the little guy. Temptation runs deep in politics, as everyone tries to get a piece of your time, everyone tries to influence your opinions. Now this was just the beginning, and hell, we both had problem sets to still contend with, but I could still see him start to change.

It didn't matter much, though, since as I said, these were all just philosophical discussions we had about how to run a city. And the fact would later be shown that we didn't know shit about what running a city really entailed anyway. We were just happy that we had gotten as far as we had. We felt like Howard Stern must have felt when he ran for Governnor of New York. Keep a few good ideas in the fore front, and ride the publicity and popularity. That's what we were working on.