New Years

  Getting drunk in front of my cat. It's all catching up to me. Last year I was talking to Homeland Security in Newark Airport about the reasons why I was smoking on a plane. I was smoking because of a girl. A girl I thought loved me. I saw her eyes for the first time with no compassion or love for me on a sidewalk in California. I needed to go back East, alone. I was too poor for her, I didn't have a real job. I could never be what she wanted. My loyalty did not matter, she wanted someone who could take her to the Islands....