This was September 15th, 4 days after our the great national day of sorrow.
I was going to brush my beard.
But first we got drunk. Diletta showed us her broken elbow.
Eww!
Rory was unimpressed.
We went to the District Tavern (r.i.p.) to meet Anthony. We all got plowed.
We took to the streets to rejoice and be merry! I met some bro's!
All was well on 4th avenue. We danced our way back to a house.
Where I found a brush.
Concern was voiced.
But I didn't care.
I was brushing my beard in the memory of those that died 4 days and 8 years ago.
Never forget, kids.
kthxbye!
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