I am not really going to write until this God forsaken year is in the books. 2010 can go smoke rope, for all I care. I have but two meager resolutions:
1. I promise not to imagine what a persons head would look like on a spike after they say to me: "Maybe you should slow down".
2. To get on a bike in some capacity.
Happy New Year.... BASTARDS!!
See ya after the ball drops.