On New Years Eve I was at a dinner party downtown, and as the ball dropped forty blocks away in Times Square and I had no one to kiss (will that ever change?) I have to admit I thought seriously about how wrong I’d gotten so many things over the past 365 days. I resolved then and there that in the New Year I’d try to get a few more things right.
On my way home I got on the uptown express train and sat across from a guy who, after a few minutes, closed his eyes, turned green, and then proceeded to throw up all over himself.
I guess some things never change, no matter how hard you try.
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