Dec 23rd 2010 By [Redacted] Guy

Time flies when you're single and drunk.
And I have to say, after
60 some-odd columns that started way back in '09, time has surely flown. And despite the fact that I was touched by the hand of melancholia at a young age, and despite spending a lot of my time feeling, on some level, alone, I'm feeling pretty good.
Maybe it's the repeal of "don't ask, don't tell," maybe it's the holiday spirit, maybe it's all the red wine I've consumed in the past hour. It's probably all three. Whatever it is, I'm glad I'm feeling this way, because I have to do something I hate doing ...
I have to say goodbye.
Let's not spare too many words on the fact that this is my last column. It saddens me for a lot of selfish and myopic reasons. (Who wouldn't love a paid, public venue to anonymously air his neuroses?)
But more so because over the past year I've had a lot of fun writing these posts and reading the comments and emails they prompted. To everyone who took the time to read even one of these things, thank you. And to show you that I mean it, I'm dedicating this final column to you, the readers who reached out, emailed, commented, or tried to steal my Bank of America card number.
Joke's on you, hackers -- I don't have a "savings account." So this column is yours. I couldn't have done it without you.