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I work in the financial district of downtown Boston. Every day around 2 or 3 I break at the local Starbucks to draw my 'epic comic' which is a huge mess as it's in charcoal and ink. While I sit there I hear patrons squabble over 'no, you bought last time, I'M buying YOU a coffee, and how their business model is really going to work this time and don't tell the investors we're fucked.
This I can block out.
What I cannot block is the insipid Carols and big band music. I mean, I like Sinatra, but an entire album sounds like a guy who can break so many knees in the business he can do whatever the Hell he wants. And worst of all is the Ms. Peggy Lee carol... which if you have not heard, count your ears lucky.
So, I've had it with Christmas. I just want to go home and drink, watch old 60's Dr Who and read comics.
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