I have partaken in my yearly ritual. New York City. God, there is just something infatuating about that smelly, dirty city. Maybe it's the hellish cabbies running eachother off the road, or the addictive aroma of honey roasted peanuts on the sidewalk. I dunno but it's fucking special. What I do know though is I bought way too much shit and I now officially have no place to put everything. Must find more closet space.