Christmas Today is Christmas. You're not celebrating with anyone. You get no gifts. You decide to spend your day like any other day. You drive around the city and head to the nearest club. You go straight to the bar and drink your loneliness away. After about six drinks the bartender finally stops you. "Hey. You know damn well you're ordering too many drinks." You can barely read his name tag. It says "GERARD WAY, 1977"