In my ol' alma mater, Koreans and foreigners alike are clenching their buttholes in anticipation of wrapping up their year. Last year, I was in Busan. And despite a lovely young lady as my laison, I did not have a good time. All in all, I didn't feel like I was in the environment I try to craft for myself on NYE, which is easily my favorite holiday. I was on the beach, shooting roman candles at the coast, watching them die before the hit the water, drinking out of a tall boy of flavored beer and smoking cigarettes at a feverish rate as it was an On Year (I lost it 5 months in, making next year an Off Year). But I didn't get off to the start I hoped to (watching Hesher and eating french fries) and while I would say that had anything to do with the rest of the year, it left some to be yearned for. In spite of all of this, thank you, Jennifer, for being a wonderful and sexy host. Miss ya.
Tonight, my presence has been requested at local watering hole Don't Tell Mama, where bi-weekly my old roommate and best friend Jimmy Heberling lays down some grooves, and more often than not, I request the mic for a song or two of five only to forget the 3rd verse of whatever I sing. No matter--I make sure to scream a lot. Screaming makes up for anything.
What to do tomorrow, what to do tomorrow...Grand Central Station? Venice Beach? Buttersausage under the covers while My Name is Earl reruns play on Netflix in the living room? Drink myself handsome at any number of quasi-interesting parties? No, no, no, Sir! Well...maybe.
All right, fuck off with style.
-LS^2
"Cornstalk Stag"
Post Human Toxic Dump Waste Patrol
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