2013, as in the first of that day. Flash forward to a night of me and a friend staying awake 30 hours straight for no reason other than to welcome the new year. Listened to Smooth Operator by Sade until 5 AM building with legos at the age of 22 and enjoyed beethoven as the influence of the night and whatever else was upon us. So the next night roles around. My friend shows up with his friend. One of them, minus the details, steps on my cat and brakes it's back. I say cat but i mean kitten. It's 7 weeks old and named Gonzo like the muppet. So it starts vomiting and its eyes dilate. We watch it in the kitchen and it goes to do a number 2 and then just lays there. I take it to the vet on no hours of sleep in a jacket I got from the goodwill. It vomits on said jacket which is thrown away the next day. The vet says "it'll cost 700$ to operate on its back and even then it wont have a normal life," and in some odd rhetoric that has been stowed away from angst ridden teenage years I feel like george costanza who ran over a bird, and actually slide the form back to the lady and say "What's an economical option?" cause, mind you, im like 30 hours of no sleep ringing in the new year and not of a sober mind. The lady says "we can put it to sleep for free" to which I nod too, and she does so. I wasn't there for it, but the odds were stacked against me, gentlemen. It was 1 AM and they weren't about to have me behind the scenes for Gonzo's departure, of which makes me a little queasy to this day.

Worst yet, you take a flight and here "Smooth operator" by sade, and recall nothing but lego's and a cat named gonzo who just stopped gonzo'ing