New Year’s Post About Nothing You Like.

This is day one of two thousand thirteen years of your Lord and Savior, and I thought I’d better post a blog to start things off right.

2012 is the year I became old. Last year it became apparent to me that I don’t know what the fuck is going on with young people anymore. I don’t know the music, the comedy, and the attitude. I grew up trying to completely stay away from the mainstream and now it seems the kids are either embracing it or over ‘ironically’ embracing it. The kids are dead, they aren’t kids, and they’re all trying to be JC Penny catalogs and Nickelodeon teen programing.

2012 is the year that I realized that I needed to hurry up and start succeeding at things because the fact that I’m not dying young is finally sinking in. I really was convinced that I wasn’t going to live past 30 – sober or not. Now here I am still and now I need to start being an adult.

I wore a suit and tie for New Year’s Eve. It’s what you do. I cannot stand a man not dressing up for special occasions. Being one of two guys dressed up for the affair reminded me that a lot of people don’t respect tradition and that I really am in touch with my inner old man.

I have said this before, but dub step is a horrible, horrible mess of noise and the Caucasian puritan secret sex oozes out of the speakers spanking the listener in the juggler with a poor rendition of recycled techno sounds from twenty years ago. I thought it might be something new, but it is old and to me tired, but then again, I’m not young.

Here is a last year blog subject: Day One of No Smoking – again.

I am sure I dreamt of meteors taking out the earth and causing nature to start over from scratch several times in my life.

I still danced to the dub step because I am never, ever too cool for anything.

My best friend is going to get married. I am excited for him. I think he has made a wise decision.

Here is what I’ll say about gun control: make the choice if you want to be free or safe, but you can’t have both. This goes with airport security, seat belt and other driving laws and anything else that is “people are that dumb” laws. Its not laws that fuck you its people who fuck you and as far as I’m concerned I’m going to die of something and it might be a crazy person with a 10+ clip assault rifle or it might be cancer or a car might hit me running a stop sign or I might choke on an undercooked macaroni. I’ll take my chances. Stop being a pussy and live in fear. You’ll be free.

There’s no such thing as magic.

Like every time I quit smoking, I get sick, dizzy, hallucinate, lose my balance, have anxiety attacks, feel bouts of rage that are so bad I actually want to hurt something living, I feel lost, severely uncomfortable and can’t coordinate and this is the easy part of quitting smoking – the physical part.

I’m having the most bizarre and beautiful relationship right now.

I haven’t really been writing a lot since before the holidays, so I feel a little out of practice, but I need to stay on top of it if I want it to be easier to do. I love writing, but doubt and laziness can be so strong.

I was really hoping to hear a dub step version of Auld Lang Syne.

I’m reading the Far Pavilions my M.M. Kaye and rereading Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller.

I saw the new James Bond movie, Skyfall with my parents. It was all right. It made Bond a little too human. I kind of miss when heroes were beyond the dark side of life and was just awesome. What if they tried this psychological philosophical background mommy issues with Roger Moore? It would have been retarded Trigg.

Happy New Year’s and I hope you enjoy another year of davideverettfisher.com.