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I love New Years. I’m never ridden with anxiety, dread or cynicism as the ball drops. I don’t feel weak or defeated that the calendar is changing without my consent or control. I love the
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Unlike Mac Miller, I’m from the burbs, not the Burgh. However, whenever anyone asks where home is, I’d much sooner say Pittsburgh than Beaver, Pennsylvania. I have a lot of Pittsburgh pride—
I find myself looking down probably 75 percent of the time. My eyeballs are a magnet for gravel-laden loose change, and I could likely list every imperfection on the tops of my shoes because
