A Year Old

Well I hit the one year old mark yesterday.

No event or wishes. My family had better things to do than see me. My friends were bitching as usual, getting on with their own personal hangups, unloading on me as they do so well, or venting their angst against society and sailing communities. So much fucking negativity.

No longer a noob I suppose.

Dancing by myself at Big Daddy’s – so what’s new?