And here's a sample of the messages that the Hickster sent me this morning, truly validating my decision:
Hickster: I blame Juice.
Zander: Where did you guys end up?
Hickster: Where didn't we end up? Last memory is around 3am at the Green Park.
Zander: Jesus.
Hickster: I forced Juice to let me walk him all the way home to make sure he got into his building. He fell on his back in the road.
Zander: Glorious.
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OMg...Haha i miss all the stories! I'm such a boring old woman now!
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