INSURANCE CAPITAL OF AMERICA

Stranded in Hartford for 2 hours on Friday night, I was only able to come up with these corporate clipart photos of the city's suicide-inducingly boring architecture.

Who would want to work here? Who could? Apparently no one who lives here, since Hartford is the most hispanic and second poorest city in the U.S. To fill all that office space according to the guidelines of American social stratification/apartheid, they actually have to bus in the white people on big, luxury express coaches. And the city's nightlife paper, the Advocate, seems to seldom include an article on reggaeton or salsa but is perfectly at home covering high school rock bands that play halfway across the state. What a shithole!