In the last hours of the year I managed to get in a workout at Gold's Gym, cut my hair, brushed my tuxedo, updated contacts on my new email address, received emails of well wishes and sarcastically wished a happy new year to the thieving slumlord who sent me to Tijuana prison; had sex, completed two chapters of the book I'm currently reading, meditated (actually I was aiming for a nap but never quite dozed off); took stock of my pantry and refrigerator - and all around me - and generally counted myself fortunate.
When the countdown terminated I paused to reflect: happiness; sanity; a full stomach, good health; vagabond wealth; and plenty of style; and greeted the immediate arrival of 2015 with a smile, toast of sparkling wine and a hand rolled cigar (and flask of bourbon. Hello!) Before heading home I bumped into a few old acquaintances and kissed a lady along the way. It's sooo good to be me.
healthy, handsome & gifted
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