New Years is one of my Holy days. It’s the day of my Mother, of death and rebirth. And true to form, that’s exactly what it was. It’s like a tooth getting pulled after a few days… I am tonguing the socket where the tooth was, but the pain is mostly gone. It’s really been…
If you hosted a New Year’s party, well, you are probably still wading through flaming pizza boxes, empties of every descripton, unconcious guests, and peeling dried condoms off the walls. (If you are not, what kinda party was that? Wuss.) A wise man and absent friend of mine sent along some post-apocolyptic New Years party…
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Right. I’m done.
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