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almost every weekend i give up and resort to boozing around the east village while cavorting with drunken ex-pats whose names i sometimes have trouble remembering.

I don’t know why i do this…I think it may have something to do with a soccer team…or something entirely different. Something uglier. I’m can’t be sure.

On the days our team loses, things get particularly ugly.

Our team lost yesterday. It was particularly ugly.