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It was in the middle of the Christmas season a few years ago. The time when a few of the local drunks go door-to-door 'visiting' and bumming drinks. One of those was Danny. Just about every year a day or two after Christmas he'd come staggering up the road loaded, pants half way down over his arse, knocking on doors, trying to get in for a free one. Anyway he made his way to my house and, since he and I went to school together and hung out after, I let him in. He'd only keep pounding on the door and looking in through the window anyway. So he and I were sitting down with a drink. He was so drunk he could hardly stay on the chair plus he was soaking wet from falling down in the snow and then having it melt whenever he'd get inside. On top of all that he started sniffing and sobbing and reminiscing about the 'good old days' and 'all the old crowd'. So I put up with all that for a while but he finally got the boot out the door when he said "All our old gang has gotten smart and matured. There's only me and you left".
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