Merry Christmas, MARNELL FAMILY!

Come back as fire/ To burn all the liars

Do some Christmas Eve shopping.

Buy her flowers.

Be a brown bunny.

Be a gold bunny.

Play dumb.

Ignore warnings.

Eat.

Pray.

Love.

And at 18, too.

Ooze class at 17.

And at 19.

And at 20. Omigod I have to stop.

And at 21 and at 22 and at 23; yup; that was me at 23.

Have a drink.

Completely negate the coolness of having been Keith Richards' drug dealer by writing a shitty BOOK about it.

Take a nap.

Take a ride.

Be the mayor of D.C. and smoke crack with your prosti. Then get re-elected. WORD.

Attend.

Let it bleed.

Read your bible (1 of ?...)

Eat it!

Lick it!

Snort it!

Fuck it!

Compartmentalize.

photo credit: Andre Radujko

Suck it.

Take it off.

Be fucking rich and smoke a fucking tampon. Because you fucking can!

Fuck your dad. On dope. Consensually. For ten years!

Eat at my house.

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Move to New York.

Powder your nose.

Shoot 'em up.

Count your ribs.

Get lost.