Very poetic Mr. Eliot.

I timed it so I was taking a hit off my bowl when the decade turned. The song on my speakers was Jeffrey Lewis' cover of the Crass song, 'End Result'

Pretty funny I think.

I savaged a vagrant with a tire iron.

that was me

I woke up on New Years day with a very sore head, around 4 or so the door to the room I was sleeping in was kicked in and basically slapped me right in the face. The ensuing fight completely buckled frame of my friend's couch, his apartment was looking pretty sick by the morning.

If we rewind just a little I actually passed over into the New Year lost in a sea of people swarming on the beach.