It was a good New Year. A bit closer to death and that great mystery that no one ever returns to tell about. I was going to go out but the bars were all empty. Everyone in P.A is worried about the fucking idiots in light flashing cars and wearing fucking Badges. So I just fucking came home and got trashed with some friends who came by. I'm still having a few beers but I got so fucked up last night that I really didn't give a fuck about getting too wasted tonight. Where the fuck did that other ashtray go? Fuck it, either I can't find my lit cigarettes or I can't find the fucking ashtrays. Anyway happy new year. Remember, each New Year that ushers in is another 365 days closer to death and another 12 months that show that yer dreams aren't going to come true and your viens are clogged with things that are going to cause a phenomenol fucking pain in your chest just before you die. Lonlieness is cheaper than love if you can bear it..........L8er.........Aj