LAST STARBUCKS SKETCH OF THE YEAR

Last everything of the year, from a blog point of view, I suppose. It would be nice to go out on a high note, a bang not a whimper. But it's not in the cards. I proudly hold my whimper flag high. But only for a few moments--it's a heavy fucker. Okay, screw the whimpering: I'm enlisting LC to rescue this last post for me:

The Music Crept By Us

I would like to remind
the management
that the drinks are watered
and the hat-check girl
has syphilis
and the band is composed
of former SS monsters
However since it is
New Year's Eve
and I have lip cancer
I will place my
paper hat on my
concussion and dance.