dear future version:

this is the last hour of 2024.

last year I slept through it, which is unusual for me really. I was going to fly somewhere. Maybe to Raleigh, maybe to Chicago, spend money, look kinda money in my nifty suit and roll like a big ole pyiamp. but no, crashed. I’m in a different world now: North Carolina y’all.

it was the best of times, it was the…something, I forget huhuhuhuhuh.

I’m alone with a glass/bottle of J’Lhor 🍷, or as my friends and I have called it JLo jokingly (as if she tasted as good as this cheap wine). I’m not a wine snob yo, never have been. I’m rather simple: I like cab. I like the story even of cab, it can grow anywhere. it’s resilient, its an apocalypse survivor. if there ever was an apocalyptic future we will be drinking cabernet.

it’s 11:08 pm. when I pause to think about the tumultuous year of the Trump ascendancy, well it was pure cacophony of chaos. I mean really America’s already lost its damned mind well outside the realm of politics + its systemic, unsustainable corruption problem. which I believe is the very real clear + present danger to lots of evil doers plotting their plans within plans. once a actual individual (Trump) goes rogue, shakes the hornets nest then things get revealed. now everyone’s singing a different tune entirely. the real reason of all the backlash, oppression, denigration, assassination attempts is obvious. the sinners don’t want their reputations tarnished. we’ve learned some obvious things: that Hollywood were a bunch of depraved, deranged, human trafficking sickos. that shits been known for some time already. its not merely the swamp that needs draining, but our entire culture.

whoever you are, and wherever you might find yourself here’s a toast 🍸to your health and future outlook in 2025. And may luck be a lady tonight.

p.s. Stoopz is snoring in the corner obnoxiously.