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my feet feel really smooth. i drove forty miles in an oversized sweatshirt and boxers. i tricked seven blissfully intoxicated college students in an economy-sized car (one in the trunk) into a liberated, uninhibited edwin mccain sing-along. i spent fifteen minutes trying to find my way out of a parking lot on my own at three in the morning. i listened to mr. brightside with a fried chicken wing in each hand. i couldn't see the road and drove into a field. i am going to play the congas for joe stasi's band. stony brook is flooding! i was tail-gated the entire way home.