December 16, 2005 After being a loyal fan for about the last 15 years, I decided that I wanted to do something for Howard Stern’s last show.  The Irish Pub in Atlantic City was having a party, starting at 6 A. M.  Although the idea of going to a bar at 6 A.M. on a weekday sounded crazy and fun, I decided to just go up to New York instead.  If I was going to do something crazy, I decided to go all the way. Now a normal person would have gone to sleep early and then woken up and left for the city bright and early.  I went to Atlantic City drinking.  At 3 A.M., I left Atlantic City and I arrived in Hoboken a little after 5.  I took the PATH train across and then a cab the 20 blocks uptown because it was raining and I’m lazy.  While trying to find my way onto 56th street, I found a little ally way.  I think this was the press entrance or something.  There were about 10 other guys there with me trying to find our way as well.  Out of nowhere, Sal comes down the ally with a mic and a camera and asks us what we think of Howard’s last show.  Immediately, everyone started yelling. “Sal is a faggot!” and other not very nice, yet hilarious slurs.  If anyone who was listening or watching the webcast saw this, that was me.   Armed with a bottle of Jack, I joined the craziness on 56th street.  The crowd was just what I expected.  Most of the people were drunk and there were definitely people smoking pot all around me.  Every time a woman poked her head out from an apartment, the crowd would yell, “Show us your tits!”  Although it was too far up for me to see, people were apparently having sex in the crowd.  One girl was wearing a trench coat and only a trench coat.  Lots of people held up signs and things like inflatable penis’.   I was surprised to see the number of people from out of town.  The completely drunk and high guy on my left was in Seattle the night before and had to fly in to stand in the rainy street with us.  The girl next to me on the right was from Florida.  Thousands of people from all over the country flocked here.  Here is some of the pictures I took.

I'm not too sure what this car thing was supposed to be.

Here is just a random shot I took down 6th Ave.

This was some guy dressed like a soda bottle advertising condoms.  I hope they're paying him a lot, but somehow I doubt it.

I couldn't get into the Hard Rock because the guest list was limited, but I took a picture from the outside.

By this point I was ready to collapse.  I had been awake and drinking now for about 30 hours.  Although it was tempting to stick around a drink in the city, I drove back home and passed out.