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Here are some way oldies from back when Chicago’s team of brutes was in that big hockey game they have every year. I kind of like the shots, as far as super noisy, and even-more-than-super blurry drunkovision photos go, so here they are, months out of context. Whatever, welcome to digimodernism… who needs context when you can have status updates instead?

A cab ride has long been one of my favorite ways to end a drunken evening. And not just because it beats getting raped on the train. There’s also just something serene, almost soothing, about watching the lights of the city zip by as the hallucinogens you consumed earlier that night help you melt into the leather seat.

A proper night cap isn’t a bad way to send the day off, either, though. Especially when the drink is particularly, um, magical and can tell the future. Granted, it was an easy guess, but when I’m in a certain state of consciousness at 3 am, I’m also pretty easily impressed.