It’s New Year ’s Eve and as I sit here in the café sipping
on good rum and the nectar of life: blues. I feel forced to think back about
this past year, my irreverent mistakes, redefining myself, and learning how to
appreciate these past nineteen winters, springs, summers, but especially my
falls. By this I don’t mean autumn but when I felt weak and struggled. I hit
the proverbial rock bottom this year. And I also climbed my mountain of self-loathing.
There was always this unreasonable rhythm to life, certain moments last
forever. Ten, Nine, Eight seconds left. I see a young girl of about 7 (she
doesn't have any front teeth) running around the café smiling, giggling, and
carrying this outrageous beach ball. Four, Three, Two it’s almost over, One. It’s
over Happy New Year!
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