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I had it all wrong.
I was busy trying to write a manifesto for 2005: The Year Of Keeping It Gangsta (it's all about embracing cold assholism in order to handle your business, a sad script flip on 2004's attempts at rediscovering naive hippy bliss while awaiting a massive Kerry victory and consequent American Re-Enlightenment) and listening to All Eyez On Me on headphone blast and making fuck-you faces at my computer, but what I should have been doing was driving Jessica's car around listening to 97.1 The Drive. So then I did that. Fuck, dude; you can get so wound up in angry knots that you forget that sometimes the meaning of life is cruising and getting mellow on some crucial Cat Stevens/Doobie Bros./"Little Wing" rock block with a hot chick and a hamster riding shotgun.