An hour to go here until NY.We are the last to get hit.😁
We got mandatory shut down at 8pm tonight,so I’ve eaten a pot cookie and am drinking a beer in bed.
Will not make it,and am not that worried.
Missus has commandeered my Christmas gift from her,which was a foam iPad holder.She is watching Korean soap operas next to me.
It’s a far cry from my first NY in Pattaya ,where they were shooting Roman candles through the bar at the Sugar Shack,and some c**t rolled a big bomb into the place that made me deaf for a day.
I remember being helped across the street to my hotel by my BF from Honey agogo at around 3am........she stayed for a week BTW.
lovely girl that.
Am i content?I doubt I ever will be...moving forward is an instinct I’m burdened with.
I would say I’m lucky.Lucky that my gut choices turned out ok,and that I’ve managed to stay alive since that first night 24 years ago.
I've a warm bed and a family who loves me for the bloke I am,regardless of my many faults.
I feel like the richest bloke in the world...mind you,the cookie has kicked in,and I tend to get all huggy bear after it does.
Happy New year to all you blokes.