It’s the end of the year motherfuckers and what a tits up grand tour it’s been. I built a home with a 440 in it, got me a website, found kick a ass studio with a rent I could afford if my only job was collecting aluminum cans, blew my bike up, sold off my portfolio for next to nothing’ ,got out of debt, work is to be had and am piecing together the Latowskis motor with a hot stroke to it. Hot shit…I forgot to breathe.

  As I’m sitting in the pines and its 70 degrees one day away from the new year. I built a fire because I am in dire need of some pyro-theropy. This is my digs and I’ll be ear fucked by a guy named Boris If it ain’t a hot shit situation.

  I just smoked some lousy swag out of a Clamato can and everything is just now soaking in. I did it, I made it though one of the stupidest years in my life and you can suck my balls if you don’t think that’s somethin’

  I ain’t one for makin’ nice but I hope everyone worth a fuck has the amount of personal success that I did in the past three hundred and sixty five.  Anybody worth his salt seems to have come through this year laughin’ and that in its own is enough.

  Man shit, it’s all about makin’ it on your own terms these days and I think that’s exactly the way it ought to be. Go cry up your favorite goat’s ass we ain’t got time to hear the noise. Make it no matter how you can as long as you ain’t fuckin’ someone over.

  I made a lot of noise myself so I ain’t above anyone but I just made noise to get things rollin’ and I did, without one hand out…but with plenty of offers. Thanks for letting me shove my business down your throat even when you did feel like pukin’ it all up.

  Although the recent past was by no means dismal I know that this summer will be all kinds of bright and shiny with a bit of 50 weight smeared on it because that’s the way I like it. Bikes , chilllin’ in the wild frontier and doin’ it all because I just fuckin’ want to.

 Livin’ at zero and havin’ nothin’ aint such a bad place to be. With nothing at all you get to figure it all out. If you think about it enough you realize you better stop thinkin’ at all and make all your decisions on pure impulse based on gettin’ over shit. You don’t need much but you have to bust your hump just to settle into what you have and get comfortable.

  Takin’ another long draw out of the Clamato can it seems like I can just point at everything I’ve done and just laugh my ass off. I crawled my way up the very bottom and now I’m livin’ in other peoples garbage…and it’s alllll riiiiight.

  Laughin’, at this point, is all the armor you need to fend off the stupidity of social and financial demise. Who gives a fuck what the other guys got, you got what you need and you did your damnedest to keep it. That ain’t fuckin’ the pooch as far as I’m concerned.

  So here’s to forged high compression and empty wallets. Bring on the high test and jerk on your hogs leg…the Gods have spoken…we made it. Raise you glasses high and eat it all the shit that you have to because if you made it through… it all tastes like parfait…Happy God Damn New Year. “GT motherfuckin’ P”