In Czech Republic we celebrate Christmas like we celebrate all holiday. I got my bottle of Becherovka and started wandering down the streets. I ended up drunkenly stumbling my way into some back alley semantics. Let me tell you. Best. Christmas. Ever. In this back alley I made friends with couple homeless named jim and tim, or something like that. They answer to any name. Jim, Tim and I shared my bottle of Becherovka. When we finish it, they took me across town to friend. They friend lived in the hedges along the highway. I think they friend was doped up on dopey stuff and what not, but I no indulge. A stray kitty came and became our friends. I left Jim and Tim and other friend not too long after and began my stumbling again. I found my way in to chinese gambling den. It was very smokey but man there was a lot of yelling, i think they were just talking. but then there were some things that i saw the woke me up. I may actually be broke, not like out of money, cause i got this pay check, but man did they do some things. I gambled the night away and when i woke up the next morning I was sleeping next to Jim and Tim with a Christmas Hat on and a reindeer tattoo on my back. I believe they call them a tramp stamp in America.