Listen to the way that David Bowie sings Moonage Daydream. Then, listen to Jack White. What is the difference? Most things are better live. Full tank of gas and a full pack of Ultra Lights. What a waste. I drive and smoke, wake up and go to sleep and wake up again. Unsatisfied. Why can I not find it in me to send a final FUCK YOU to Pine Barrens and strip malls and disappointment? Why do I cry over things I can never change? I wish that a new year could really be a new start. I would wait for you, 2009, bide my time and bite my tongue until you rolled around. You could be my everything, my hope, but you will be just the same. The same as always.