I’m sitting in my parents garage, drinking ice tea, listening to my iPod and reading a copy of Charles Bukowski’s ‘Open All Night’ that my coworker James brought in for me, while the women of my family do silly things like shop on black Friday. No thank you. I’m reminded of that Modest Mouse song Bukowski, yea it’s a pretty good read, but who would want, who would want to be such an asshole.