I spent NYE with Trecia and her friends at some nightclub in the gaslamp district. I thought as long as we had a Plan, we wouldn't wander unwittingly into a broasis, and instead found ourselves in what Conrad would call Bropocalypse Now. The event was hosted by "DJ Crooked," who had the attention span of a hummingbird. 30 second samplings that
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