After having to rescue a total stranger from a drug overdose last New Year's Eve, and having a party guest throw up in my washing machine two New Year's Eves ago, I decided it would be best to spend a quiet New Year's at home this year with my family.
I was in bed by 11:59 p.m. and enjoyed the moonlight pouring in from my bedroom window, as well as the sound of fireworks from some distant party down the street. That moment was probably the best New Year's Eve I've ever had.
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Lame! Some adventure :(
I thought you, a fellow poet, would have appreciated a quiet serene moment.
I've had my fair share of adventures already. Adventure can be overrated.
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