It all starts with a familiar formula: drink, laugh, smoke, repeat. The wind whips and cuts, so we drink more to escape its icy grip.
The crowd swells as the night prevails. Through bloodshot eyes we grin together. Your hand in mine, and I give in. Tonight we shall forget the past and enjoy the present. Lets celebrate the Earth’s orbit around the sun by orbiting around a celestial collection of booze and drugs.
The new year arrives triumphantly, heralded by a chorus of my favourite people. I’m lost in your bumblebee mouth. My head explodes, in the best way possible and the rest of the night is a blur of slurring, smoking and friends. Emerging from a sea of hugs and well-wishing, we stumble into the new year. And I couldn’t be more excited about the next orbit.
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