the new year was more of an after thought, a small surprise after a long day. there wasn't really much time to contemplate the last year, with it's aches and joys and complications and loves. i was too busy trying to become 40.

hotel rooms, exhaustion, and cheap cigars: that is the smell of my life. chlorine and whirlpools; pizza boxes and wind so cold that is practically pierces your soul. so here's to that, and here's to making friends that live too far away, to playing tom petty songs, to the love of nintendo. i think i will miss all of that this week. i might even miss the open road, with it's possibility.

so thanks for always being across the hall, and for letting us hang out in your room every night. thanks for swimming with us in the middle of wyoming. thanks for playing mafia, four on a couch. thank you for being funny. thanks for playing guitar. thanks for walking with me to the lake. thank you for taking pictures. thank you for messing up a few times. thanks for helping me.
thanks for all those hours.