New Years was nothing short of chaotic. Rolled a shopping cart off the roof, Wes head-butted two holes in the wall, trash cans and trees alike littered 5th avenue from the high rise balcony of our humble abode. Old friends and new were there to share in some sex, beer, drugs, and rock-the fuck-roll. Of course the timeless bottle breaking was in
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