Oooh you're a naughty mess

back from (cross-out-christ's-name)-mas/ 'twas a fine period, no booze, the bourgoise comforts of the parental home and a fine haul of things i'd forgotten i owned, viz. lots of books and a rather beautiful sumiko blue point special cartridge/ got home surprisingly fast, bro. in tow, tidied up, got some guiness and whiskey, smoked a little weed and marvelled at the work of phillip spector/ 'twas a truly mid-blowing experience/ then a foray, late of course, to noble b- and finally home in tempratures sub-zero, kept from death by a kindly bus-driver who allowed me to ride for free/ considered carrying on the night, the chaps upstairs still roused, but wisely slashed the losses around 0200 and am thankful this morn./ zappa, dupree's paradise, through and out the boxes/