S/T

Last night was wrong, wrong, all wrong: visions of me at 21, sulking home from a bar (Landmark, natch), swearing off city and friends. An attempt at hailing a cab elicited a hearty "GO FUCK YOURSELF!!" from the driver.

For those with a vested interest in my downfall, I can only assure you I'm finally getting what I deserve.

Just like you, Matt Wild plays (played?) in a rock and roll band and is constantly broke. He has all his original hair, however, and weeps openly at baseball games.