The final moments of 2016 are dwindling down, and I couldn’t be happier to see it go.

This past year has been beset with the mourning of transgressive icons of culture, the near-death of American discourse, and an ungodly amount of personal turmoil on the part of yours truly. It hasn’t just been me, either. I’ve seen friends and family be forced┬áto cope with an almost unbearable amount of strife that seems quite unnecessary and cruel.

This has not been a good year — not by a long shot. I’m looking forward to something — anything — better in 2017.

Onward and upward.