Hey, 2010, I don't want to start off on the wrong foot with you or anything, but what's going on? Were the bleary-eyed shambles in which I awoke this morning really necessary? I've done nothing to you, buddy. This isn't paying for my sins — I haven't had a drink in days. So what gives? You can ask your homie 2009 what it was like to stir the shit with me. We got into it pretty good, and I'll tell you something: It wasn't pretty.
But that isn't how I want this to go down. So as a peace offering, because I know that deep down you're a boogie-down kinda year, I'm gonna tell you about a shindig every Monday night at Jazid. There's art, a lovely host named Sophie Moon, and much live music, with an open jam every week. There'll even be free chicken wings until midnight. So go enjoy, and no hard feelings, all right? As for me, think I'll call in sick, crawl back into bed, and try this working-man thing again tomorrow.