The liquor was beginning to hit me, and the hours were falling from 3 to 2 to 1, and that's about the time my anger begun. Realizing I had a little more room for drinking before it all plumages out my throat, I decided to walk to my car with a few of my friends and grab more drinks. Stumbling through the crowd I was anxious to occupy my hand with another beer. Swarming through the living room I walked out the front door and my jaw hit the ground as I saw my dented car. My anger couldn't be expressed verbally staring at my car parked and dented!
             "What a way to bring in the New Year" I thought to myself. I started yelling frantically as the liquor started doing its work. I quickly called the police, the best thing I could do was to file a report I'd thought. A little under ten minutes had passed when I saw the police car approach me turning onto the street. While explaining my case to the officer I could see that he wasn't buying it as he started explaining that without witnesses nothing could be done.
             What a terrible night tonight was going to be. "What's done is done" my friend tells me, "You might as well enjoy your night".
             Once I had filled out the police report and was once again approaching the party I had decided to start fresh and act as if this had never happened. With a beer in one hand, and a bottle of jack in the other, I made my way through the front door and towards the backyard. Just in time for the countdown, my alcohol level is now through the roof as the excitement of yet another year takes over the party.
             As soon as the year had ended and another had begun I started to once again think about my car. Everything after that moment was kind of a blur. The rest of the night kind of faded away as I dwelled on my misfortune. But I can definitely recall waking up the next morning and getting a call from my friend who had the
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