3 more days. Unfortunately, the past 4 weeks of my life have diminished the importance or excitement surrounding the event. Or just living in Ypsilanti in general, because I do feel that it is only in this town can I wander out of bed, stumble down the street, buy 3 bottles of wine, stumble the half-a-block back to my apartment, sit on my porch and get a head-start on my late adulthood, emergent cirrhosis of the liver, chain smoking, depressed legal (put a pause here, it makes the sentence better) professional alcoholic lifestyle.
The other thing I like the most about Ypsi is that the bums know each other by name. It's just... so home town America.
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