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New
Year
’
s
Eve
was
another
bad
night
for
me
to
get
through
.
My
parents
had
always
delighted
in
New
Year
’
s
Eve
,
listening
to
it
approach
on
the
radio
,
city
by
city
,
until
it
arrived
in
Los
Angeles
.
The
firecrackers
went
off
and
the
whistles
and
horns
blew
and
the
amateur
drunks
vomited
and
husbands
flirted
with
other
men
’
s
wives
and
the
wives
flirted
with
who
ever
they
could
.
Everybody
kissed
and
played
grab
-
ass
in
the
bathrooms
and
closets
and
sometimes
openly
,
especially
at
midnight
,
and
there
were
terrible
family
arguments
the
next
day
not
to
mention
the
Tournament
of
Roses
Parade
and
the
Rose
Bowl
game
.
Sara
arrived
early
New
Year
’
s
Eve
.
She
got
excited
about
things
like
Magic
Mountain
,
outer
space
movies
,
Star
Trek
,
and
over
certain
rock
bands
,
creamed
spinach
,
and
pure
food
,
but
she
had
better
basic
common
sense
than
any
woman
I
had
ever
met
.
Perhaps
only
one
other
,
Joanna
Dover
,
could
match
her
good
sense
and
kind
spirit
.
Sara
was
better
looking
and
much
more
faithful
than
any
of
my
other
current
women
,
so
this
new
year
was
not
going
to
be
so
bad
after
all
.
I
had
just
been
wished
a
"
Happy
New
Year
"
by
a
local
idiot
news
broadcaster
on
t
.
v
.
I
disliked
being
wished
a
"
Happy
New
Year
"
by
some
stranger
.
How
did
he
know
who
I
was
?
I
might
be
a
man
with
a
5
-
year
-
old
child
wired
to
the
ceiling
and
gagged
,
hanging
by
her
ankles
as
I
slowly
sliced
her
to
pieces
.
Sara
and
I
had
begun
to
celebrate
and
drink
but
it
was
difficult
to
get
drunk
when
half
the
world
was
straining
to
get
drunk
along
with
you
.
"
Well
,
"
I
said
to
Sara
,
"
it
ain
’
t
been
a
bad
year
.
Nobody
murdered
me
.
"
"
And
you
’
re
still
able
to
drink
every
night
and
get
up
at
noon
every
day
.
"
"
If
I
can
just
hold
out
another
year
.
"
"
Just
an
old
alcoholic
bull
.
"
