“I will not touch my friends’ tits” and other New Year vows

Posted on December 31, 2013     5 Comments

This year, I rang in the New Year at a pub called Pour House (probably some sort of a sign). I took a weekend class on Tarentino, built a bar out of snow and saw a friend nearly break his neck expressing himself on ecstasy some Sunday afternoon. I saw Swedish House Mafia from 100 stories up at […]

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