Morning Thought (facsimile thereof)

This is a year of change (hence the little man up there hauling shit out of the dark). A year to fret less and do more. Also to do better at my job, being as I'm freaking grateful just to have one. But that doesn't mean becoming even more enmeshed within the gray fabric cells and venetian blind slats of New Folsom Prison. It just means pushing myself to live out near my edges rather than so deep within my brain as I am wont. Maybe I'm just reminding myself to live like Roosevelt's dog and

Shit on the White House Lawn,
and Lick your balls while you still can
- Father Luke