How I survived, I don't know.

Thank God for God, and Fang Fang, and JFK, and Tam, and the Home Team, who were my pillars of support, foundations of strength, sources of true joy. Not the false laughter issuing from the ruins of orgies, decay of which stench I once again caught rising from the abyss of memories on this night. So thick I had to throw wide the window and gulp down the crisp night air; like a protective cloak, airy dream-catcher to save me from the nightmares of Christmases past.

Oh Lord, protect us evermore!