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seems like everyone is getting quietly drunk lately, perhaps due to the impending apocalypse. trouble with downstairs neighbours, taken too heavily, time to let sleeping idiots stew in their own dopesmoke shithaven. time to get really agitated over the pain it's causing others. time to start resharpening the knuckles, because you never know where it's going to go down. at least i'll be standing, and i'll still be laughing. i won't let those zombies take us down first. we'll be some of the last to go down, with bloody faces. and i will be the last to go down, sever promise.