…..and so all years must come to an end. Anything that I would have liked to have changed about 2022 is out of my control.
As for 2023….. bring on the hatred, the wars, the poverty, the hunger, the division and anything else negative the devil wishes upon the world.
My feet will hit the floor every morning and I will look down and tell that prick that I’m fucking up his plans. Then I’ll look up at my parents and tell them to watch my back.
2022 didn’t bring me very far from home. I don’t have any grandiose plans of traveling very far in 2023.
My 2023 goals are to smile more, cry more, read more, walk more, write more, fuck more, pray more, peace more, love more and soul more…
I’m going to try and leave my mobile on the table more and in my hand less. Instead of texting you, I’m going to call you. I’m going to try and eat more red meat and less salads. I’m going to get my mitt out and play more catch.
Maybe I’ll peak my head into a church more often and a pub more often and a strip club more often and a library more often and a hotdog stand more often?
After tonight I’m going to have one less New Years Eve to anticipate. It’s too late to party like it’s 1999, so 2023…. Let’s get it on!
PEACE, LOVE and SOUL
