listening to the Magnetic Fields and Rachel's at the ghost office and printing various effing pubs, including the long overdue EM3. No reflections regarding this year as it leaks away like the mist does outside my window. I've had things, I've lost things, I wrote, edited, read, bewildered, guffawed, fought, laid down, slept, shook, balded, grew a beard, got a little fatter, got a little more quiet as I go in.
here's to Duke, the sweet bastard.
here's to Basil, a good kid gone too soon.
here's to my family who's been marching through tough times with grace.
here's to Howard and Mema whom I think about constantly.
here's to Nana and her righteous cornbread.
here's to Karly whom I love with all my jagged heart.
here's to my friends who are lovely each one.
here's to the dead of the world - it's over now. relax.