The obligatory New Year's post. Reflections on 2008.

Another sordidly potent year, albeit this one infused with the psychological disaster of futility and the materialization of apathetic discourse. What did I do this year? Countries upon countries of squalid thought; reinvigorating the necessity for self-reflection in order to combat my own hedonistic life style. At the end, what will I think of 2008?

Minimalistically: I got a lot done this year. I had great musical experiences. I saw a lot of the world. I played a lot of gorgeous music. I met a lot of people. I had a lot of adventures; some good, some bad; always fun. I smoked a lot of cigarettes. I drank a lot of whiskey. I did a lot of bad things. What about 2009?

For everyone that is worried out there; don't be. I'm not gonna die. I'm in mandatory counseling for alcoholism, I have a great family, and supportive (for the most part) friends.

Here's to heading in the right direction; or at least figuring out which direction is right. Happy New Year.