2020 hindsight, so to speak. To look at what's happened, to change the future with... new years resolutions. Do I have a few? Maybe.

Maybe I'll read fifty or more books.

Maybe I'll draw more, and actually improve this time.

Maybe I'll finish writing my own books, the ones I've been writing since 2015. It's been long enough. Christ.

Maybe I'll buy less movies and put that money into my savings, instead. Or my credit card. Finally.

Maybe I'll hang out with my friends more often.

Maybe I'll let my buddy Tyler pick the movies more frequently. But after Rat Race and Psych, I doubt it.

Maybe I'll try to be nicer, and more fun to have around.

Maybe I'll tell more people who deserve it to kiss my ass, or if they really want to go the extra mile, to sit on a cactus and rotate. They are few, but they are also fuckers, living it up like what they did doesn't matter to them, because they did it to certain others who have to live with it. Maybe someday it'll bite them.

Maybe I'll try to let off some of that deep-seeded anger in healthier ways....

Maybe I'll learn to tell better jokes.

Happy New Year...