I BEGIN today by chucking five cents in a wishing well and wishing great things for 2011, which I already know is going to be unbelievably good. The Lions Club might have wished for a larger donation, however.
Then, when I get home, I harvest any rogue packets of smokes I have hidden in drawers and burn them in my fire pit/open plan rumpus room, as I will not need them anymore. Mmmmm… the smell of burning tobacco…
The devil's candy.
Keeper? Only the feeling of piety.
Hey man, now you're really living 
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