Aught Nine is here, and I’m back from the wilds of vacation.

There are horrors out there to be seen, children. Like people pooping at the P&H on New Year’s Eve, violating every bit of direction the graffiti in that place gives. Like the faces people make a 4am when they realize that all the booze is gone – and now inside them. Like the fiscal sucking sound of car repairs.

My goal for the year? Well, that would be telling now wouldn’t it.