One last XXX-mas story, and then we'll commence with the present tense.

The next night, a friend called to request an evening appointment with Taytyme. “Do you like the fancy beers?” he asked. “I like alcohol,” I said. He replied, “Well you’re in luck, because the thing about Brooklyn is that New York keeps its booze here.” Plans were made, accidentally broken (the dude left early, not getting the whole on tyme/in tyme thing), and then improved upon. We met another friend, went to a better bar, and to quote Mr. David Li Roth, “took it just a little too far.” P-Jiddy threw up in Tay’s lap, Tay had a fight with a thief of a cab driver, and for the second tyme in as many months, Tay left Brooklyn wearing a lady’s pajamas. For the record, when given a choice of circumstances Taytyme would prefer to wear the Party Favor’s PJs than his sister’s.