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As the story goes, my age was in the single digits. Someone sat me on the kitchen counter next to a freshly opened beer. Mom turned her back to me to tend to the stove and when she returned to the sink the beer was empty. I didn't know it was not for me. It was my first and last beer. I prefer whiskey.
Plan your work, work your plan...
and try not to misspell things.
Eat a delicious breakfast.
Veggie sausage, soy cheese spinach avocado omelette
Spend time with old friends.
Draw pictures. 
Dress up and go see Sharon Jones.
Liken yourself to a seashell.
Define your ideal future. The year of the rat is coming.
A drawing from my sketchbook of the Moggs is featured in this Bohemian article.
