Breeds of Misery: Complete and utter failure, codependence, the falsity of the American Dream

Best/Worst Lines:"SHANE: 'You're an old slut on junk, living there almost dead on a drip in that bed.' KIRSTY: 'You scum bag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot. Happy Christmas your arse, I pray God it's our last. BOTH OF THEM: 'And the boys of the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay, and the bells were ringing out for Christmas day.'"

Who should it surprise to find out that my favorite "Christmas song" is also perhaps a scathing criticism of the American dream and a tale of irredeemable romantic woe? And by the Pogues, short for "Pogue Mahone," Irish brogue for "Kiss My Arse"? [My mother perhaps, but no one else.] Seriously, I almost cry every time I listen to this, and I feel eternally alive, and I want to wrap my arms around this cold insular city and traverse its endless grid until it's drained every ounce of being from my lifeless body. That's love.

BONUS: My buddy Rich Hartshorn sent me a great rendition by Gianni & Sarah - Enjoy!

AuthorJohn Proctor