The four of us trundled back to Malden (pronounced: Maaaaaalden) on the T and settled in at a bar for a few drinks [Not Pictured]. After getting a little lit up, we decided it was time to get really lit up, and eat doughnuts. It was at or around this time that I got it in my head (or maybe Jack Daniels got it in my head), to take Hartman's soul.