December is the national “Ditch Paul for Other Friends” month.
Christmas break = summer break, except with a more moderate weather.

In less than two hours I am going to be seventeen years young. I really don’t know what to say about it, but I thought I’d take note of it. So here is Paul’s adolescence in a nutshell: two hours from being 17 on a Saturday night I’m staying home, drinking a Latvian porter and listening to Pavement’s “Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain”. Glory days?