“yeah… will be a better person… for as long as possible… I hope to stretch it for a few days this time… let’s have a feast and a drink or two, they made with yeast… to strangle the beast… at the very least… whatever… something is supposed to be new… the newness a matter of belief… well belief is a significant thing, some of them say… whatever… happy… new friggin’ year…”

“Shut up. I need this, you pathetic cheerless piece of dark shit.” I told my reflection, as I sat under the shade of a bud.