These are the best fucking nights...when the snow is coming down, the booze is flowing and I remember all my girls that California ate. You can never have a night like this unless you live in Chicago. Leaving work, walking through a desolate city, looking for a taxi. Sometimes I wouldn't mind looking for a taxi with one of those girls. But whatever this is, is better.
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