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01/05/2007: "New Year's Newness Now Old"

With Chestnut in Michigan visiting relatives, Tumble and I settled in for a quiet New Year's Eve of Parcheesi and beer (our landlord Phil had made us promise to keep it low-key this year after last year's homemade-fireworks-on-the-roof party drew six squad cars and the borough chief).

At about quarter to eleven, just as Tumble was preparing to light a fleet of ground spinners in the kitchen sink, Carly called and asked if she could join our festivities since her plans had fallen through. I said yes, of course, and she showed up twenty minutes later with homemade herb gnocci and sugar-chili prawns. We welcomed the new year with full bellies and ringing ears (Tumble couldn't resist lighting one Black Cat indoors).

Shortly after 1am while Tumble was out on Yuengling run we heard a commotion out back. Carly's ex-boyfriend J.C. had followed her to the house. A camera-happy neighbor caught the crux of it, which I found on YouTube this morning:


There's something about watching a man's soul desintegrate that makes you just plain exhausted.