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December 31, 2002
The end of the year slinks by quietly, the harshness of the past 12 months hidden behind a calm sky. I don't wish to toast out the old year as much as give it a boot to the seat of its pants. I count my blessings, wipe the blood from my eyes and tend to my bruises. I hope for better tidings ahead. I say a silent goodbye to friends who are no longer. Liquor ignites a slow burn in my brain. I make promises I will never keep. As this brutal year dies I intone, "I am still here"…