What's happening? Am I getting old or something? Or is it just this new-year-shit that always makes me down?

I went to see a band today for which I might make a video. I was there and there were beers and I drank none! Imagine that. And then the bassist asked me if I could roll a joint for him. I said, "sure." But then refused to smoke! Guess I gotta go to the doctor or something. I never knew one would, should or even could say No when there is druges going on. That was strange of me.

So I told them that "you guys ought to hire me in the band; you rock and I roll for you!"

So I'm having the quitest new year now and am kinda happy about it. Last year I had a New Year's Eve which lasted about three days nonestop wildness. Enough's enough.