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Hey, I am not Malcolm so try to stay with me now. When you come into the bar and drunkenly babble to "Malcolm" about the latest rant on Malcolm's Corner don't expect him to have any idea what's going on.

It is once again to start preparing for the Park Ave Festival. If you don't know you should. Never before has a festival dedicated to the selling of craft-type items drive so many people to drink. And unlike East End, the area businesses actually embrace the idea and turn their heads to the drunken 25 year olds and their public urination. Perhaps that is because for the most part, Park Ave at festival time is dominated by those seeking quality family fun and the drunks stay on the side streets or down this wonderful alley.

Yes, there are the crews that sit on there roof all day to make sure that the world knows that there is fun to be had. This group is usually represented by a bunch of men with there shirts off and women screaming "Oh my god, I'm so wasted, no way can I have another Zima". The only interaction the general public has with the fun loving crowd is when the smell of fried dough and blooming onions becomes unbearable and they file out onto the street to find where those wonderful smells are coming from.

Personally I fill whatever plastic jug I can find with beer and head out on a mission to find where the hell all these girls walking by keep getting those beads (beads equals fun and if you aren't the public eye … much more than that). Sure it can be dangerous, so many little kids to run into or spill on but hey it happens. Personally I think it's best to show them what alcohol can do to a mind. That will keep them from stealing from my liquor cabinet before they are 21.

I can't legally tell you to get wasted but you will. What I will tell you to do is get your ass out to Prepps. That is unless you don't like being social. If that's the case … no, no excuses get out here.