“A horrid alcoholic explosion scatters all my good intentions like bits of limbs and clothes over the doorsteps and into the saloon bars of the tawdriest pubs” Dylan Thomas

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Two thousand thirteen is either going to be the year I transform myself into a new human being or end up in a fiery wreck at the bottom of a chasm.

Here’s to hopin’


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