Thursday, December 30, 2010

Happy New Year: If I Could Be With You (For Just One Night)


Melody: What is that song?

Boris: They played that song the first time I went out with Jessica.

Melody: Where did you go?

Boris: We went to a dance.

We were both students at the University of Chicago.
She had a high lQ and a low-cut dress.
Boy, they really don't write them like they used to.
Melody: Oh! That's a cliché.

Boris: Good, Melody. You caught it.

Melody: Well, you always get so mad when I do them.

Boris: Yeah, I shouldn't really. Sometimes a cliché is finally the best way to make one's point.


Much Later...

Crowd watching TV: Hey, hey, hold on! Hold on!
The balI's about to drop!
Come on!

Happy new year!

Boris: I happen to hate New Year's celebrations.
Everybody desperate to have fun.
Trying to celebrate in some pathetic little way.

Celebrate what? A step closer to the grave?

That's why I can't say enough times,
whatever love you can get and give,

whatever happiness you can filch or provide,

every temporary measure of grace,
whatever works.

And don't kid yourself, it's by no means all up to your own human ingenuity.

A bigger part of your existence is luck than you'd like to admit.
Christ, you know the odds of your father's one sperm from the billions, finding the single egg that made you?
Don't think about it,
you'll have a panic attack.


Happy New Year's to all my friends, family, readers, subscribers, and enemies. Wishing you all the best in 2011.

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