twelve hornsby's in a line...

twelve hornsby's and a year later, i remember the past months in awe of how quick it has passed me by. 2008? for real, though? Y2K seems like it was just yesterday. the dull, dim-light room has steadied out by now and my legs are less wobbly now after the eighteen-block walk. i chuckle in silence as i see the two girls sound asleep; one at my side, one at my feet. it's a pleasant way to ring in a new year. a drunk roommate, two tipsy friends, and me in a slightly altered mindstate, i guess. earlier, that new year's kiss and their first cigarette of the year (from a pack of shitty raves i found on a traffic cone) made me realize that this year is going to be just alright. the way my balance was off-kilter made me realize that this year is going to be a life-changing one. the way my breath escaped me as a reflection of my soul made me realize. the way we walked that alley quickly made me realize that i've got to step it up and just do shit. sleeping on my floor alone until she curled up next to me and refused to go back onto my bed made me realize i've got some amazing friends. but the way that my wallet disappeared made me realize that this year is going to be difficult. but you can't realize the beauty without the struggle. in conclusion: happy new year!