So it's 2004. I entered this year a little high on coolers, with cameras and chips at a party that was hosted by a complete stranger. It wasn't that bad really....

hyper-friends


Me with friend who had tooooo much to drunk. I mean drink.


This was not planned. Adrian you dweeb!!


nor was this. Adrian you double dweeb!!


Me with groovy chick


I know what you did Last year


Way to go to the groovy chick back there who can do 163 blows in 1 minute with one nostril.
Charming


And we played nintendo and cards. And I was buried in the snow. Twice. came running back in, shivering, with cuts and bruises and snow down my crack. And They were doing some kinda weed thing i think. My jacket came out covered in ash.

Yes it was a pretty ok party.
But No, it was a terrible way to usher in the new year.

2004 crept in under a blanket of swearing, irritation and impatience.
We started this pristine brand new year, shivering in the slush, swearing at automated Translink messages, stranded at the 22nd and Rupert busstop. Grumpy. Pissing everyone off. Now would be a good time to roll into the gutter and proclaim 2004 to be a complete and utter failure.

But I won't I guess, that's where God's grace comes in I guess. To salvage.
That's what was missing as the needle rolled over 12.

God.