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Sledding on the gentle hills of a golf course overlooking Lake Tahoe at sunrise, backpack speakers bumping Bob Marley and The Wailers, feeling as if I have just woken up in paradise yet I don't remember ever going to sleep. Still glowing from Mr. Hoffman's science project, we make our way back to the casino for more bloody marys and perhaps a rendezvous with a slot machine or two. Was it just last night or last year that I was driving like a madman through the night on the 99 freeway like a crazy white chevy van torpedo of doom on target in a dark black sea. I can't remember, I can never remember. Pictures to come. Happy Holidays, I love you all.