At the end of every year, when the new year's coming, I can stop but looking back of what the past 365 days have brought. Regretting most than being proud of it. Some asks me to not do that but to focus on what is ahead. Plan for the future, he said.
The problem is I don't plan.
2010 was a year. And so do 2011.
Happy new year. God bless.
Drive, party, drink, eat, pray, love and fuck safely.