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I follow the same pattern every year: in the first week of the holidays, I spend all my savings, leaving myself bored and depressed; a state I live in, ‘til my first pay cheque in January. Any other night and I’d be watching hockey at SkyReach, football at the bar, or I’d be at a Club with my friends, drinking Canadian Beer: the beer of Gods. Speaking clever catch phrases like: “What up Dog?” to guys. The night doesn’t end ‘til I’ve spoken: “Hey pretty lady, if you were a light-bulb I want to be the moth,” to all the women I meet. At these places I experience my most excellent days.
The people I meet, the music, breaking moves on the dance floor, and the ‘girl next door’ who grace’s me with a good-night kiss: memories I hope to cherish ‘til I am a bald, toothless old man, but I usually forget them the next day.
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