Beneath the chandeliers of the TLA in my favourite city, surrounded by flannels and good vibes, I resolved to become a tambourinist for a cheeky folk band; all the while getting belligerently drunk off Land Shark, laughing about my horrible intoxicated-grammar and losing all sense of geographical knowledge (realistically though, why is Maryland “even there?”).
Walking down South Street turning down hash and ‘shrooms, I resolved to no longer stress about cracks in the sidewalk or an unfinished game of Kings. Oh, and the trashy broad who cut in front of me on the rail at 12:05.
Happy 2012, fellow humans, it seems it’s going to be killer.
P.S. Listen to more Good Old War.
Amate Semper, all!
-Kelly Barton