I thought about writing this post when I got back from the bar early this AM, but I passed out so that kind of put an end to that plan. In fact, it had been swirling around in my mind the entire evening. Walking through empty streets and quiet neighborhoods, sitting at the end of a bar, I had a lot of thoughts about Christmas and the loneliness epidemic in America. Of course, now that the sun's come up and the booze has worn off, I'm at a loss for words again.
Guess I should have taken notes, eh?
No matter, the original intent still remains. So, whether you're waking up today beside a loved one, in a house full of family, or all alone in a flat that's in shambles, or on a park bench reeking of booze, I want to wish each and every one of you a Merry Christmas, you sad bastards.
Now, if you haven't already, please enjoy the video taken from the Federal Reserve show from Friday. I didn't get the first couple of lines, cos my phone was acting up but I got most of it. I'd tell you what the song is, but if you don't already know it, well, that might be grounds for suspension of your SBSC membership.
Hahaha! Just kidding, guys!
p.s. I'm not kidding.
1 comments:
Awesome. Hehehe, and a very Merry Christmas to you, my friend, whilst I catch up on the SBSC posts this morning, just a few weeks late, ha.
"Happy Christmas your arse I pray god it's our last"
- SBAP/El Rojo
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