Christmas is over
and the New Year is spitting in our faces, calling us fat, correcting our grammar and making us feel worthless, dumb and not fit for 2010. So, time to buy a juicer, fast for days, go to the gym and hope my bike doesn’t get nicked, consider a home enema , eat giant pink multivitamins, stay off the booze, read a book a week, write words, take feet pikkers, reboot, rewire and consider what the fuck is it that I, we, you, me are actually doing as we roll in to another year. Another 365 days, with another bunch of potentially paltry culture to absorb, imbibe and shit out silently. Another year of listening to the tick tock tick tock of other people’s clocks.
But the thing is, I’m actually pretty positive about 2010 because I’m going to spend more time talking to people who are smart, funny and brutally honest – my homies. Here’s to a year of stoop-sitting (without the cherry Lambrini), good gigs, Wednesday night hangouts and words coming out of good people’s mouths, rather than stupid people’s arses.
Here’s to all the juicers…
