Never was one for New Years resolutions, but there are a few things. Figure I’d like to accidentally lose another thirty pounds like I did last year. (You lost thirty pounds, the doctor said. I did? Yes, didn’t you notice? Well, I noticed my pants kept falling down….) I also want to dig out the old vacuum cleaner and get it running again. That’s my retired guy resolution. And the usual nerdy resolution that I want to read more books, like one every week or so. I used to, till I started writing too much. And I want to write less, because it fucks with my epilepsy. That’s my epileptic’s resolution. But I want to write better. Always want to write better. That’s my tormented artist resolution. Finally I want to see a fuck of a lot more live jazz. Just because.

Happy New Year.