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last night was utter insanity. the beer was flowing, the people were laughing, and the olde was hopping. i drank myself into oblivion and managed to break a forty on my foot and pour my blood onto j-street, dana puked in my bed, jan puked in the shower, breeder made the strongest mixed drinks i've ever dumped down my throat, and scott was beligerent to the po-po. and that's only what i actually remember. who knows what may have happened in those hazy inbetween moments which probably lasted longer than i care to admit? there is a sense in the air of finality and last chances, of dissent and hope, of fear and love, of the end of our lives as we know them and the beginning of the unknown. i got a bottle of wine and a date with destiny, and i love this place so much that i have no choice but to burn it down.