
Trade Joe's wine shop on 14th Street. Just look at the line that stretches to the back of the store, circa 6 p.m. on a Wednesday. Clearly we have no one to go to a bar with. Or, more realistically, we just realize that a bottle of three-buck Chuck is a more cost-efficient way of dealing with our depression. And cheaper than Zoloft. Sad, very sad.
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