Thanks, New York, for the laughs, the scars, the arrest record, the drinks, the retardedly good food, the retardedly good friends, the love of my life, and the life that... for a time... I loved like a reckless teenager exploding down a back road in a brand new car, punk music cranked real loud.
It's been fun but it's time for something new. Next on ZFS!... C-dog slouches toward adulthood. Good times. Hope to see you there.
(don't worry though, the fart jokes will remain; I ain't joining a monastery or nothin')