A baby is born, a new year is here, the wave of time crests another artificial shore… nevertheless, here we are, once again, looking back. This was a year of accomplishments for me, and one of pain.
I wish I was further in my career, but who doesn’t?
I ran a marathon and kayaked the L.A. River.
My best friend was hurt in a house fire.
My Christmas letter reads like most of ours: a mixed bag.
And that’s life, folks. A wonderful, vertiginous roller coaster.
But tonight we celebrate making it here.
Turning a corner.
Ladies and gentlemen, fellow poets: Life is War.
But tonight, there is a truce.
Tonight, we drink champagne and laugh and kiss at midnight.
Everybody think of the best thing that could happen to them in the coming year, and I’ll toast to it coming true.
Wassails all around.
May love floweth like wine.
May you meet a stranger that becomes a friend.
And see a friend you didn’t expect to see, and give them a big liquored-up hug, and reminisce about that one time.
This one is for the babies. Don’t forget the Martinelli’s.
Teach them their manners and love them with wisdom.
It’s a cobblestone road ahead, have them watch where they walk.
If you buy them a puppy, make sure they pick up its shit.
The world would be better off.
Have fun, my friends. It’s a beautiful night.
I love you.