Reflections on a busy weekend and a future teetering on a precipice where grass is pretty green on both sides.
I channel the dulcet tones of a not-yet-ready-for-smooth-jazz DJ as I ramble with mild incoherence about this, that, and the other thing.
When idea becomes ramble becomes rant in an impromptu, invective-laced fashion.
Amid my twitter stream being awash with #goldenglobes activities, I take to the mic and expound on the liars who tell me how "easy" everything is.
Don't know what prompted the mood, but stars were in misalignment when I recorded this.
A slightly NYE-related waxing reminiscence through the past of where I am, where home is, and what could be.