I spent New Years Eve alone as usual. It would have been nice to have a party or a least a get together. I listened to The Party's Over by Prophets of Rage to see if it would quell my desire for human contact. Chuck D and B Real screamed at me that the party was over and that I was the oppressor of the poor. I wouldn't like a party like the one that is depicted in the photograph. More of a nice time with grown folks music and drinks. Maybe a little weed too just for fun. I don't need people throwing up on my dog and falling into my turntables. Just some adults who aren't afraid to have a good time. Well, back to reality...