So here it is, the eve of new years eve, and here we are we three , in a smoky providence apartment drinking gin, smoking cigarettes, and writing drunken poems. Dan says he's genius, Parker hardly speaks, and I don't know what I'd say if any thing at all. Welcome to the new year, we're done with the sopranos in 2007, don't stop, don't stop, those were the words that ended the obsession. Whats next, what new adventures, and shit storms await we three sitting here with our gin, cigarettes, and drunken penciled poems.