Baker's Dozen

Dec 31 , 2012 The dawn of 2013. Tonight we say goodbye to the calendar year. I normally say Fuck you to the end of the year. This year, that's too kind. I start 2013 with high ideals, though in less than ideal straights. I am driven, homeless and happy. All to some varying degree. I left an ideal opportunity in an ideal location. I can expect no less than misery from here. Yet, I find myself happier now than ever. By all accounts I should be a wreck. Maybe I am. Maybe I like it. I sing in bands, I try to write a little more. My family is together. My kids are great. I turn 50 in 4 months. FUCK! I am connected to something. Doing these gigs has opened me up to people who are truly alive. Their pulse bleeds onto me. Get's me through the night. It all is terribly strange. I wish not to understand, I am thankful for being alive. Well, kinda. I am in hell. But I belong here, so I so ok with it. A sense of place, ah 2013. I would love to speak of prosperity and hope and good things. But, fuck it, those things don't really matter. Tomorrow the sun will come up. We may or may not see it. So until tomorrow. Happy New yeah, well yeah, um no.