This weekend I decided to take a drive down to Maxwell's Flea Market. Located in an out of the way place in Boston, MA, I felt sure I would find something. After nearly getting lost twice, I came there to find a nearly useless place. Crap, crap and more crap is what they have. Of videogames I could find but two crumbs. The journey down there, going through some of the worst holes of Dorchester, was bad enough as I constantly feared a carjacking. Getting there was navigating a bitch of narrow, one-way roads. I didn't feel particularly comfortable parking my car, fearing it would be stolen before I got back. The place itself is a disorganized mess, full of dingy paths and dingier sellers. One could get robbed or raped there. Finally, I felt like an easy mark, considering I happened to dress better that most people there and paler by a not a few F-stops compared to everyone else.