from Curtis Dean
Dear Year;
You suck. I know it's not your fault that you suck, and I'm sure you've been plenty good to lots of people. But in my selfish little realm, you can kiss my ass.
You see 2013, it was during your dubious reign that I lost my marriage of 27 years. 27 years and 364 days to be specific. To be fair, your predecessors share the blame, with 2012 right behind you in the lineup of shame. I know, I know...the seeds of dissatisfaction were sown well before your decade even began. But you finished the job, you son of a bitch. You also just sat there and watched as valuable friendships seemed to disintegrate before my eyes. Mostly a side-effect of the marital breakup I know, but still enough to push you past 1982 on the "Shitty Year Hall of Fame" for me.
The funny thing is, you little jerk, is that as your life winds down to its inexorable conclusion at midnight, I will have the last laugh. You see, while you weren't looking-while you were busy creating Karma for future deployment-I managed to sneak in one good thing. And I'm going to take that one good thing and use that as a foundation upon which I will build a much happier and brighter 2014. And you can go join 1982 in the dustbin of history, you miserable bastard.
Good riddance,
Curtis
