New Year’s Revolutions

Everybody makes them every year and every year we break our resolve and return to the behavior we wish to eliminate from our lives.

I never break a New Year’s resolution.

Never.

Because I don’t make any.

I don’t think I ever got drunk enough to make a resolution to stop drinking.

There was this one fiasco I was involved in which got me to stop drinking and doing any drugs for a month.

This at a time that I was a raging drug consumer and alcoholic living in the Devil’s house, Las Vegas, Nevada.

It is actually one of the stories that I will take to my grave with me, as it is too embarrassing to repeat to anyone. It is one of the stories that I did not (could not) include in my book EMOTIONS: Not your Mama’s ABC’s!

Now that we are dismantling Christmas 2022 and taking down the lights, tree, and ornaments, I can start turning my attention back to my music. I have finally decided to take the next step in learning how to play lead guitar. My bro ADogg has lent me the use of one of his extra electric guitars, so I am ready.

At the end of each year, they list those that have passed away.

Stop doing it.

It is morose and melancholy.

As we have for the last several years, the Diaz family stayed home tonight and had a lovely meal, followed by a towering strawberry shortcake.

It is starting to warm up, but I am not in any hurry to go golfing because I don’t like to go when there are nothing but skeletons of trees lining the course. Part of my weekly golfing experience includes getting stoned and taking beautiful pics of the wildlife.

And getting stoned.

Oh yeah, and golfing.

We have so much food left over from the holidays, our little refrigerator is bursting at the seams.

I am glad the deadly winter has subsided a bit to give the Nor’Easterners a break for a while.

I will call up to the shelter I work with and see if they have had a chance to count the donation box I dropped off.

One of my resolutions, if I ever decided to make one, would be to go to see more live music acts.

The plain truth is that I am starting to sense my own end of the road as far as playing out.

I am sixty-eight and I don’t plan on playing any longer than seventy-five.

That will make it a sixty year musical career that I thank God for every day.

I still owe Karen a slow dance. It will be our first since I lost my leg.

I didn’t lose my leg. It was right there below my left knee when I was administered anesthesia for my surgery.

Somebody else lost it.

Thief.

Probably some celebrity memorabilia seeker has it somewhere, hopefully on ice.

Wherever you are, I hope you are way too blasted to read this, so just wait until you wake up tomorrow with your coffee.

Happy New Year!

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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