Tuesday, December 31, 2019

It’s Over, Johnny.

In lieu of kissing someone at midnight on tonight, throat punch them instead. Let’s send a message to 2020 we’re done taking this shit.

And with that, both my year and my vacation are over. I fly back to LA today. It always goes way too fast, my time in New York. Perhaps that’s a positive thing. I very much enjoyed it.

And remember: if you just got invited to do something today, on New Year's Eve, it means someone else cancelled. Just saying.