I'm not planning shit this year. I don't want some heeb coming in and deciding to split the group in two because he was going to be out of town and thought we should all revolve around his unique-snowflake ass.
And I didn't really bail. I fucking went out after being out for twelve hours when baby Netwurked and Co. decided to call the night at 7 p.m. You even came with me to have drinks with co-workers.
Oh, and Cheapshots was sold to some dumb fuck. He removed truck bombs and changed the specials around. I haven't been there since October and I probably will never go again. Barcade sucks shit. It's literally a hole in a wall. I'd go to the Met, though. MoMA bores me. Josh can totally play in NJ but he's being a baby about something over there.
And Coury hasn't been around for ages. He lives around the corner from me and I never see him. Ever. I wouldn't really count on him planning this time.
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