2009
Sunday, January 3rd, 2010When my evening was about to end, the countdown for the New Year back in Syria was about to begin. I called up my friend and we laughed heartily in the face of that dying old bitch. His plan for the turnover was to head for the bathrooms at 11:59 and take a shit that he’s been saving up all day, and then flush it down the drain with the rest of that year.
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It’s absurd to think of life or time as anything but a continuum, but without these artificial breakpoints, that same life would become unbearable. The turn of a new year, a birthday, a season change or the sun rise of a new day may all be fake, but they give us the strength to dust up all the dirt and toughen up until the next breakpoint.
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All I want from this next year is for Bob Dylan to stay alive until I finally get to see him live in March, and for the Azzuri to get their act together and win us another World Cup. Everything else can just make its way to hell, slowly!
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May you all have a wonderful new year!
