So said Pablo Picasso.
A year ago I was standing on the side of a mountain road in East Timor. Having a knee-slapper of a time drinking rice whiskey that certainly didn’t go through any FDA approval. Maybe it even had melamine in it.
This year I’ve decided to stick around where I can speak the language and find good Japanese food. I’m in Singapore and it’s my birthday.
So I raise a glass and toast to myself. Happy times, good times… and may we all recklessly fumble through another year.