True to form for this shitty year, 2008 ended with me heading home from a party that apparently didn't exist in Brighton, cold and sober. Yeah, because the Red Line is really where I wanted to ring in the New Year.
But I've got an 18 pack of PBR and I'm going to start 2009 off getting hammered. God dammit. And this had better be a better year than the last one.
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