The Obligatory 2007 Rundown
When you get to be my age, sometimes a year feels like an eternity - other times it just flies on by like the shelf-life of Clear Pepsi or some shit like that.
2007 will go down in my personal history for quite a few reasons. Some things happened during the course of this year that I never would have believed had any of you told me that they would. Without a doubt:
1)I went out and got me a wife: Now really, who the fuck could see that one coming? Certainly not me. I can honestly say, that in my 37 years on this rock this is the first time in my life I feel 100% sure about a decision that I've made. I honestly knew within the confines of the first phone conversation that we had, that I had found my best friend for life. My wife is the fucking bomb. She makes every ounce of suffering and struggle that I have gone through over the last decade or so totally worth it. Every time I hear her laugh - I fall in love all over again.
2)I allowed a surgeon to dig around in my insides: This, I will blame totally on The Wife. I was pretty sure that I had a hernia, but she made me go to the doctor, who in turn made me go consult a surgeon, who then cut my guts open. The hernia was a pretty bad one - a surgery that should only take 30-45 minutes ended up with me being under anesthetics for over 4 hours. The surgeon ended up having to completely reconstruct my abdominal wall, as it came to pass that mine was entirely shredded and no longer viable. The process of healing and getting myself back into shape was only supposed to take 6 to 8 weeks, but even now I do not feel like myself. I have some alien implant of titanium mesh holding my guts inside, and it still hurts when I cough. Needless to say, according to the surgeon I need to have the other side done at some point. Fat fucking chance.
3)I gave up drinking & smoking reefer: Monkeys and pigs are flying all over the Eastern Seaboard as I type this. Bartenders are bowing their heads for a moment of silence. Small children in Mexico are standing stock still over vats of agave, weeping. Shady guys with monikers like "Chavo" or "Big Red" are tossing out their postage sized ziplock bags while staring at their cell phones in utter disbelief. Undercover narcotics agents in Washington Square Park are looking for a new patsy to shake down.
4)I've held a respectable job with benefits for over 365 calendar days: Suckers.
What does 2008 hold?
I hope it continues to roll this way - I cannot complain about much, and whatever I do complain about I feel guilty for a nanosecond later. I've got amazing friends, a wife I'd kill for, and a cat with seven fucking toes. I'd love to get back into shape physically, but I'm slowing my roll on pushing myself too hard. I'd love to find that extra two hours in the day to get some writing done, and I'm sure as things calm themselves down I'll be able to do just that. 2008 is a limitless unstructure, waiting for me to scale it.
The only other thing I can think of?
I hope it holds lots of fucking money, goddamn it.
2007 will go down in my personal history for quite a few reasons. Some things happened during the course of this year that I never would have believed had any of you told me that they would. Without a doubt:
1)I went out and got me a wife: Now really, who the fuck could see that one coming? Certainly not me. I can honestly say, that in my 37 years on this rock this is the first time in my life I feel 100% sure about a decision that I've made. I honestly knew within the confines of the first phone conversation that we had, that I had found my best friend for life. My wife is the fucking bomb. She makes every ounce of suffering and struggle that I have gone through over the last decade or so totally worth it. Every time I hear her laugh - I fall in love all over again.
2)I allowed a surgeon to dig around in my insides: This, I will blame totally on The Wife. I was pretty sure that I had a hernia, but she made me go to the doctor, who in turn made me go consult a surgeon, who then cut my guts open. The hernia was a pretty bad one - a surgery that should only take 30-45 minutes ended up with me being under anesthetics for over 4 hours. The surgeon ended up having to completely reconstruct my abdominal wall, as it came to pass that mine was entirely shredded and no longer viable. The process of healing and getting myself back into shape was only supposed to take 6 to 8 weeks, but even now I do not feel like myself. I have some alien implant of titanium mesh holding my guts inside, and it still hurts when I cough. Needless to say, according to the surgeon I need to have the other side done at some point. Fat fucking chance.
3)I gave up drinking & smoking reefer: Monkeys and pigs are flying all over the Eastern Seaboard as I type this. Bartenders are bowing their heads for a moment of silence. Small children in Mexico are standing stock still over vats of agave, weeping. Shady guys with monikers like "Chavo" or "Big Red" are tossing out their postage sized ziplock bags while staring at their cell phones in utter disbelief. Undercover narcotics agents in Washington Square Park are looking for a new patsy to shake down.
4)I've held a respectable job with benefits for over 365 calendar days: Suckers.
What does 2008 hold?
I hope it continues to roll this way - I cannot complain about much, and whatever I do complain about I feel guilty for a nanosecond later. I've got amazing friends, a wife I'd kill for, and a cat with seven fucking toes. I'd love to get back into shape physically, but I'm slowing my roll on pushing myself too hard. I'd love to find that extra two hours in the day to get some writing done, and I'm sure as things calm themselves down I'll be able to do just that. 2008 is a limitless unstructure, waiting for me to scale it.
The only other thing I can think of?
I hope it holds lots of fucking money, goddamn it.